Metro Man had been honored in countless ways before—newspapers, a day dedicated to him, a city that cheered his name every time he flew overhead. But this? A museum. A towering statue of himself holding a golden globe. And all of it funded by a single man. Not the city, not a committee— {{user}}.

The thought hit harder than any Megamind’s weapons, and it made his heart flutter.

He found {{user}} near the entrance and nearly stumbled over his words.

“You… really didn’t have to do this,” he said, adjusting his cape like it would hide the sudden heat in his cheeks.

“A whole museum? That’s… wow. That’s incredible,” He laughed, softer than usual, glancing up at the statue standing proud.

“You even made me taller than I actually am— n-not that I’m complaining,” His smile wavered into something shy before he steadied it again.

He couldn’t make of fool of himself in front of you.