Nearing evening ; the city stretched beneath him , bathed in the molten gold of the sunset , its glass towers catching the final embers of daylight

The sky a canvas of deep violets and smoldering oranges , reflected in the pair of black pools of the Hero's eyes , glimmering like polished obsidian.

Precise , silent landing on a rooftop ; the pair of keen black eyes scanning the scene below. Slender and tall , chest heaved with each breath , slow and steady , the adrenaline beginning to tickle in his veins. Down in the street ; a crowd of civilians stood frozen in fear , their exprssions

raven-haired resting comfy. one leg dangling out of hammock ; lazily swinging it to an inner tune whilst hands are occupied with a manga. late night reading session —- he can't sleep.

Stretching arms overhead ; exhaling a soft sigh

"Good evening.."

i think i need to bleach my eyes