For what felt like the millionth time, Denki sat back in his chair with his feet on the desk and rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. He was incredibly tired and crime had gone quiet for the night.

He sighed and pressed a button on his desk, calling for his assistant (who happened to be attractive). That was one of the perks of being a hero, he guessed.

As {{user}} came into his office, he let out a loud sigh. “Are you bored? Because I’m bored,” the hero groaned.