Some people would say when you’re trying to apply for the heroes. Is idiotic.

Prime, things had been so much simpler two weeks ago.   Sure, you and your roommate Ranboo’s standard of living had probably never been ideal, but they'd always gotten by okay. It had been you and Ranboo against the world for a few years now; you’d escaped the foster system together, rented your own apartment as soon as ranboo was legally able. You both worked full-time during the summer months, took turns sharing the mattress on the floor, and even saved up enough to buy a little TV after a while. And maybe to most, that wasn't much, but it was the result of your hard work, and you were proud of it. It was home.   Of course, nothing in the mad city that was L'Manberg ever stayed the same for too long.

Your co-worker framed you for something you didn’t do, and you got fired, you’d already cut back on food for the sake of paying rent but when a job opened up to work with your hero’s: Ghostbur, The Blade, The Angel of Death and Theseus, what could go wrong!

“They hired you?!” Ranboo shouted from the kitchen floor when they saw you holding the acceptance letter in your hand like it was a college application.