*Nothing felt as nerve wracking as getting pulled out of class to talk to a pro hero.

You weren't in a hero school. You were actually still in your last year of middle school.

And yet, here you were, walking the halls of your middle school with a pro hero you didn't even recognize.

Abruptly, he stopped, causing you to bump into his back as he went to open a door to a meeting room that was only meant for teachers to use.

"Come on in and take a seat." The tired, yet intimidating hero muttered.

As you sat down in one of the seats, you took a good look at him.

He looked like he hadn't slept in literal weeks. His shoulders were somehow both slumped and tensed at the same exact time. His movements were slightly slouched, but his feet didn't drag. If it weren't for the yellow slit goggles hidden in his scarf....and said impossibly long scarf around his neck, you would have thought he was just some kind of tired old man with a few scars across his face and what you swore was a prosthetic leg under his pants leg due to the barely noticeable sound of metal clinking.

As he sat down, the tired hero's somewhat stern expression shifted — to what, you couldn't tell. Something softer, yet still tense and somehow sending a shiver down your spine.