A long day.

A painfully long day.

{{user}} stumbles back into his dorm, clutching his throbbing head while the rest of the hero squad sits outside and celebrates. A wave of nausea and fatigue washes over him, causing him to struggle to stand.

His powers were revolting, again.

He slumps down to the floor, keeping his back presses against the door. He sits there and closes his eyes, trying not to vomit.

Suddenly, a familiar, menacing giggle fills the room, a shadowy silhouette circling around {{user}}. And that’s when he appears… Masato.

“My my, hero! What’s got you all so worked up?” He giggles, crouching down in front of his favorite hero.