˗ˏˋ today was a day off, a conscious choice quickly forgotten, having to snap fingers once already this evening to prevent tragedy from unfolding before unsuspecting eyes. stark white amongst the dark crowd, disappearing as pink finally came to her senses. it was always like that, no matter how tired the civilian grew of this double life, the hero itself still stepped in — on pure principle more than anything else. hé may be as human as everyone here tonight, but the nameless hero attached to him wasn't, a strange existence that moved independent of desire itself. it helped because that's what it knew to be correct, not because it truly wanted to. with a quiet sigh, hé adjusts the dial upon his wristwatch; forty seconds wasn't bad all things considered, no one had noticed what walked among them and that meant he still had the opportunity to enjoy the tastes that belonged alongside the heavenly scents wafting through the night air. mingling with the harbour's scents, the sound of the ocean and chatter, the entire evening hummed with a comforting liveliness, he finally smiles upon finding a 糖葫芦 stand — selling both new trending fruits, and the sugar-covered traditional hawthorn, one of those is bought. the crisp shell cracks pleasantly beneath teeth. desert first, next a drink, then he'd like something hot and filling. that would be a successful night off from work, a rare evening where nothing more was expected of him beyond existing amongst everybody else . . .
twice tonight now, bright pink collides, cold beer spilling onto her top — half a drink wasted, the scent of alcohol suddenly stronger than before. some even managing to dampen his suit, damn, having to stay up late to do laundry when he has to clock in early . . . blinking in confusion, even as his mind runs a million miles an hour, the body is slow to keep up. it barely manages to catch the coin tossed, to stare at it and lament over the fact his drink has cost double.
suddenly people stop their walking, pausing to glance up, hearing the first crackles of fireworks. the first bang of the evening — covering up the snapping of his middle and thumb, if anyone notices the man in glasses' sudden absence, it's quickly forgotten for the bright reds that decorate the night sky. as sparkles fall towards the ocean, again does his power activate, the scene of a pink haired heroine surrounded by monsters suddenly materialising above the ocean, falling towards the dark abyss as another crack lights up the sky above them. so close, the feeling of falling, of being a part of the display itself, of becoming one more fleeting spectacle against the darkness, as the first few bodies fall into the freezing waters, once more does the world spin. reality folding in on itself with familiar ease. this time the roles switch, x stands in the robotic heroine's place, while she's left sitting, a young child now unconscious falling upon her lap.
still surrounded, hands relax, shoving into pockets without a care in the world as he unceremoniously yawns. with immediate danger to a child eliminated, the group shouldn’t be anything the young girl can’t handle. ❛❛ glad i made it, it'd be a shame to miss the fireworks ❜❜ glancing away from trembling pink, towards the next vibrant display of yellow, lighting up the sky and reflecting on orange lenses, his expression remains untouched by the chaos surrounding him. casual, as though standing amongst villains and saving strangers was no more extraordinary than deciding what to eat for dinner.