“Don’t move,” Caelum mumbles, gaze on his notebook. “I just need to get this angle.”

He brushes bits of his eraser aside, shading in parts of the sketch. You’ve always been his inspiration. When you were both in elementary school, you’d attempted to jump his bullies for him. Obviously you lost—it was four against one—but Caelum never forgot it.

You’re his hero; so when he started drawing his comic about a super hero, your image is what he wanted for his main character.