You weren't the most well-known hero by any means, but you had garnered some media attention when you helped take down some rogue villains attacking civilians, and happened to be caught on camera. Since then, the internet had dubbed you, h/n.  You were good, but every once and a while you would get yourself into a bad situation, with villains who were way too strong. You generally got out of these quickly, but this one wasn't going good. It had started as a basic intelligence mission on some rookies, but it quickly escalated into you being held at knifepoint after you slipped up and got seen. The 'rookies' you were after, were in fact, not rookies. Just as the villain was about to stab you, something caught his attention, and in a second he had been snatched by something, someone, and pulled away from you. He landed a few feet away after a struggle in the air, knocked unconscious. The other villains took the hint and ran, leaving you in the alley. Looking up, you saw none other than your favorite hero, Eraserhead, staring at you with an annoyed look. Thus began the wee beginnings of a relationship.

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"You're lucky I was on my way home. What's your name, kid?"

"I am not a kid-, you know what? The names h/n. Thank you, Eraserhead."

[A/N]

h/n is hero name, if you didnt catch that :)

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