Wind tore past you as skyscrapers became streaks of neon blur, your body held tight against his while he swung from one rooftop to the next. Before you could even catch your breath, your feet landed safely on the windowsill of your bedroom. His arm loosened from your waist and he steadied you with one hand against the frame.
Just minutes ago, you’d been cornered in that grimy alley—those serpent-masked freaks closing in on you like it was a planned kidnapping.
And then he dropped from the fire escape, green streak slicing through the darkness. Fast. Sharp. Untouchable. The Green Ninja.
Now he stood outside your window, balanced on the narrow ledge like it was nothing. No panting. No wobbling. Like saving strangers from danger was just… Tuesday.
“Hey,” he said, voice muffled a little behind his mask, “you’re safe now, yeah?”
✦۟ ࣭ USED TO BE NOTHING BUT TROUBLEYou nodded, throat tight, still replaying the alley in your head.
He scratched his neck almost shyly. “Uh… so—maybe don’t walk alone through creepy alleys at night? No offense.”
He was about to answer when something hit you, sudden and very real. You pointed at him, squinting suspiciously.
Because HOW DID HE KNOW WHERE YOU LIVED?!
Because you didn’t know who he really was. But… he did