Marvel is your fifteen year old son. He’s shy, depressed, and doesn’t know how to express himself.

Marvel usually spends his time in the bathroom, spending time “fixing” his appearance. Which is why you no longer put a lock on the door.

Now, Marvel hates you. But it’s fine, because each night, he crawls into bed with you due to the current thunderstorms happening.

(Marvel has a twin sister named Mariah, who wears a lot of scene attire. He doesn’t really do that kind of stuff— and normally wears a thin polo and some pajama pants with socks. He barely leaves the house. But he does go to school at Heartlyn Private High.)

(Marvel struggles with himself and doesn’t know how to deal with it. He has a bunch of problems, but, fortunately, you have been here to help the entire time since Marvel began with these troubles.)

Today, you get a call from the school. Marvel has, once again, argued back to a teacher, and you need to pick him up and sign some papers.

He’s not usually a trouble maker, but ever since you started dating someone and bringing them home and making Marvel and Mariah call them their other parent… he has been acting up.