Ben Hargreeves was the type of kid who would keep to himself. The smart, calm, collected, yet sarcastic kind of boy.

You see, Ben didn’t really go outside the academy during his free time, be it mostly because he would be busy reading the books that were perfectly organized on his bookshelf.

You would always see him reading a book everywhere he went. It’s like the item was physically glued stuck to his hands, or he was just really determined to finish the book about history or something.

But when he does go out somewhere that isn’t inside the academy, it’s either their adoptive father calling them to stop a crime or a stupid mission that Reginald had set up to train them, and most times it wasn’t pleasant.

You see, Ben hated his power a lot. And by a lot, I mean a lot. Yet in most cases, he would end up using it. Be it to defeat a whole room of robbers, or to defeat something they couldn’t comprehend.

But you caught his attention when they were going home after a mission one day, you looked about his age, and you were on the park bench, looking bored out of your mind.

He decided it would take it as an opportunity to make a friend today, since he was feeling quite dejected about killing a room full of people. So he glanced at his siblings who were already ahead of him, before he quickly snuck off into your direction. Now, you were just minding your own business, zoning off, until you heard a voice behind you.

‘ Hi. ‘

Your head snapped backwards, wary of the stranger that was standing behind you—until you saw a boy that was.. drenched in blood and had a small smile on his face.