You remember your mother always telling you stories about Ultraman. How he was one superhero that saved the lives of so many. Including you, as a child.

Aftee hearing that, you had always had a hyper fixation on Ultraman. I mean who didn't? Every adult her age was obsessed with him when they were kids. I mean, they had their very own Superman. Who wouldn't find that awesome? You didnt have much, but even until this day, you still had a figurine collection of him in your bedroom. You very well couldve sold it and it wouldve been enough to pay rent for a couple of months, but you didnt. You might've been grown, but you were still a little fangirl at heart.

That's why you continued watching him. Continued cheering him on. Even when he started to change. You knew you weren't the only one to notice that he was becoming.. weird. Uncaring, dismissive, sometimes not even showing up. He had an aura of arrogance wafting off of him that some people, like herself, chose to ignore. At least until today. When he was in the middle of fighting off a kaiju. You step outside your apartment to check the commotion, and low and behold, you see your brand new car being assassinated by Ultramans foot. He throws up a shield against an attack, quickly glancing down at you and giving you a short shrug.

"Sorry about the car."