(Abandoned) 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 Weak Hero X Male Reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟐

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐏. 𝟒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 ★

The tunnel stretched out before them, a labyrinth of shadows and rough concrete walls that seemed to whisper secrets of the dark. Every flickering light source cast eerie, dancing shadows that twisted and contorted, adding to the ominous atmosphere. Gray, with a steely resolve, stood his ground, his feet planted firmly on the cold, unforgiving ground. His muscles tensed, ready for the impending clash against the five thugs from Yoosun High. F/N, a keen observer, watched the unfolding spectacle from the sidelines, his eyes darting back and forth, torn between the intimidating figures and the calculating expression etched upon Gray's face.

It was abundantly clear that Gray was facing overwhelming odds, outnumbered and outmatched in terms of sheer physical strength. However, F/N knew all too well not to underestimate the strategic genius that lay dormant within his ally. It was as if he could perceive the intricate workings of Gray's mind, witnessing the intricate gears turning as he evaluated every conceivable scenario, meticulously calculating his next move with unwavering precision.

Gray was a master of the unexpected, a connoisseur of unorthodox tactics. He had honed his instincts through countless encounters, emerging triumphant against adversaries who had gravely underestimated his resourcefulness. And in this darkened tunnel, amidst the impending clash, he was prepared for anything that fate dared to throw his way.

The five goons sensed the electrifying aura of danger that emanated from Gray, their eyes narrowing as they locked onto their determined foe. The initial veneer of confidence wavered, and an underlying fear began to taint their gaze, casting shadows of uncertainty across their hardened faces. They were all too aware that they were facing a formidable opponent, one whose capabilities were not to be undermined.

Gray subtly adjusted his stance, shifting his weight imperceptibly, as his eyes scanned the surroundings in search of potential makeshift weapons. His mind, ever vigilant, cataloged every detail of his surroundings, ready to exploit any advantage that fate might bestow upon him.

Suddenly, with a surge of audacity, one of the thugs lunged forward, his balled fist hurtling toward Gray's face with menacing intent. Yet, in the blink of an eye, a towering figure materialized out of the murky shadows, intercepting the attack with a breathtakingly powerful kick that found its mark in the attacker's unprotected abdomen.

The arrival of this enigmatic stranger demanded attention. Towering above everyone else, he was a vision to behold. It was not solely his formidable stature that captivated the eye, but rather his unconventional hairstyle that truly distinguished him. A vibrant shade of jade-green adorned his locks, sculpted into a frizzy bowl-cut that cascaded haphazardly over his enigmatic eyes. Almost instantaneously, he had earned the moniker "Broccoli," a fitting epithet for a young man whose verdant appearance resembled that of a plant, yet whose towering height mirrored that of a majestic tree.

"Hey, Yoosun High!" bellowed Broccoli, his voice resounding through the tunnel, rupturing the stunned silence that had settled over the onlookers. A sardonic smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as his gaze playfully collided with Gray's.

His grip on Helmet momentarily loosened under the weight of the newfound turmoil, affording the terrified boy an opportunity to wrench himself free. Helmet fled, tears streaming down his face, seeking refuge amidst the dubious safety of his gang.

F/N, observing the unfolding spectacle from the sanctuary of a nearby wall, could not help but release a soft, restrained chuckle. Each individual present was keenly attuned to the electric atmosphere, their breaths held in collective anticipation, yearning for the imminent escalation of events.