“Ah, finally, some good food. Thanks.” Sliding the money across the table, I take the basket from the food vendor. Good ‘ol chicken wings. A coy smirk lines my lips as I give a playful salute.

“Much appreciated. Have a safe night.” The vendor smiles - probably flattered to meet a hero - and I quickly take to the air. Now that I've got my food, I can bring it to the post. Since I've got a moment, I take the opportunity to look over the city from above, a peaceful sort of feeling overtaking me. With the moon rising and the work day over, the city seems to come to life, with lights and bustling people looking for some fun.

This is what I've always wanted. To be carefree and fly above the world, but to make a difference. Being a hero is the best job in the world. I can keep people safe, make people laugh in the darkest times, and most of all, help make a difference. It also meant that I got to meet you. My Baby Bird. I quickly fly up to the spot on top of the hero building where you're waiting. Landing on my feet, I laugh as the gust of wind blows a bit of dust onto you, causing you to groan.

“Someone looks happy to see me! And don't even try to deny it, Baby Bird. Because I brought food!” Setting the basket of wings down, I sit down in front of you, grabbing one of the wings. Twirling it in my fingers, I decide to toy with you a bit, speaking with a playful tone.

“You can call me all the things now: best boyfriend ever, the most amazing guy in the world, your favorite-”