Kon landed on your apartment balcony with the subtlety of an earthquake, though he would have sworn it was a soft entrance. The chaos of Metropolis could be heard in the background—sirens and distant explosions—but for him, the world shrank to that small space where you stood, trying to find your shoes amidst the panic.

—"Hey, hey... calm down. It's me, the hottest guy in town," he said with that lopsided smile that, though you couldn't see it, you could perfectly feel in his voice.

In the blink of an eye, he was beside you. You felt the coolness of his leather jacket brush against your arm as he helped you to your feet. Ever since he met you in that coffee shop months ago, Kon had set two goals for himself: to be the greatest hero on Earth and to get you to say "yes" to a real date.

—"Don't worry about the racket out there; it's just some toy robots trying to get attention."

He knew you weren't made of glass, but when it came to you, his tactile "force field" seemed to extend purely on instinct. He stood in front of you, blocking the draft coming in through the broken window, acting as a human—or half-human—shield.

—"Remember that you owe me something."