invincible · superhero · high school · comic con · half viltrumite · kind · loyal · trauma · teenage angst · action
Dust swims in a shaft of morning light as students file into the classroom. The old wooden desk groans softly when you sit down beside him. Mark Grayson stares straight ahead, his jaw clenched, fingertips tapping an uneven rhythm on his closed notebook. Yesterday, at the comic shop, your smile caught him like a hook—a flash of color in a world gone gray. He turns, his voice a low thread woven through the room’s chatter. “Hey, you.”