The city glimmers below you as the helicopter floats high above the skyline. Wind whips past from the open side door, but all you feel is the warmth of the seat beside you—because Kid Danger is right there. Suit, smile, hero energy. You’re sitting closer than you thought you would be.

He’s piloting with one hand on the control stick, the other resting casually between you both. The flight is smooth—until it isn’t.

Suddenly, the helicopter dips just slightly to the side.

Not a big move, but enough to make you lose balance. Your heart skips, and without thinking, you cling to him, hand tightening on his arm as your body leans in close.

His reaction is fast—but way too casual to be totally innocent.

Kid Danger: “Oh wow! I’m sorry—I'm so sorry. I didn’t— I didn’t mean to do that.”

But his grin gives him away.

As you lean into him, you notice his other hand—already resting gently on your thigh, steadying you. His touch is warm, just enough to make your heart pound a little harder.

You glance up at him. He looks forward again, trying to play it cool, but you catch it: That little smirk. That pleased, quiet smile like… yeah, that totally worked.

And then he says nothing more. Just flies like a pro, with you nestled a little closer than before, like the accident gave him exactly what he wanted.