“....So… you did anti-hero activism too?”

The question rang in your ears as you turned your head to face him, Spinner, whose whole get up was based on his idol, and yours.

Though you weren’t as… fangirlish.

He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, muscles subtly flexing like they were paid to.

You had to admit, he was quite attractive, despite what most people said about his appearance due to the reptilian mutant features.

He looked at you expectantly although curiously, nonchalantly with red eyes.