Prologue

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(Marvel's perspective)

*Today really do suck, Marvel may only be twelve but they have no right to take his lunch. When he's older, he promise to beat the Games and show them stupid idiots who's really the best but right now he must go back to class*

Voice: Marvel!

Marvel: *He turn his head to see a pretty girl coming up to him. She have the most beautiful e/c eyes* Hello?

y/n: I'm y/n, I'm from your class, remember?

Marvel: Yeah.. *He really doesn't remember who y/n is*

y/n: You don't remember me do you? Anyway, the professor told me to come and find you

Marvel: Oh okay *He stand up, looking at the ground. In his class, he's consider rather shy*

y/n: You don't have to be shy. Come on, I won't bite *She offer him her hand*

Marvel: *Taking her hand*

y/n: Come *She walks off, pulling him along with her. Her h/c hair flutter in the wind as she smile at him* You really are slow aren't you?

*It was this moment that he fell for her. Even if in the future she might never remember him again, he'll hold onto this memory forever. The first time anyone nice ever pay attention to Marvel, the quiet lonely Marvel.*  

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