Was it really that embarrassing to buy merchandise of your best friend? I mean, he was quite the popular hero, and besides many people did it with comic books and idols, but somehow, even with a pair of sunglasses on, you still felt like everyone was watching and judging; with bags full of Present Mics many different types of T-shirts, weird little cheap microphones, and the occasional stuffed animals.

Just before you could leave the heroes' convention hall, a certain voice rang out, walking beside you with an arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"Jeez, you really are a fan."