The local hero, everyone called. Always a whisper. The hero, spiderman? Constantly saving people from danger, was a boy who was nineteen. Muichiro Tokito, a Japanese boy who’s moved to New York for college.

He wasn’t the kindest yet was the best at everything, his looks brought him further with attraction despite him not wanting any of it. Friends with a few that were willing to stay near and deal with his coldness and little to none expressions.

In class, on a Monday. Muichiro sat there, bored. Watching out the window. It was a lecture of something he knew already. So he sat and waited, waiting for something to let him out of class.

Another attacker, another incident. Muichiro disappeared from class and sat on a roof in his suit. Watching the villain’s every move and every action that lead to one thing then another. An easy target for the hero.