The crowd was loud, the roaring drowning out any other sounds around. They were all cheering for a boy with a helmet. A boy with a helmet that was basking in it all. His arms stretched out wide, jumping up and down to rile the crowd up more. He quickly put his visor up, revealing sharp blue eyes but nothing else. Those eyes were scanning the crowd before him, slightly squinted into a smile. He stomped his foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped his other foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped in a rhythm, the crowd stomping in the same. A loud drumming to a beat that was like no others. A beat that was his. A beat that was for the boy called Cherry Bomb. -or- Tommy is a motorbike racer known the world as Cherry Bomb. He quickly gained popularity along with skill. All he wanted was something to be his, and he got it. Lets just hope his family won't take it away from him. !!!!!!!!NOTICE!!!!!!!! THIS IS NOT MY STORY EVERYTHING GOES TO Blueium ON AO3 ALL CREIDS GO TO THEM.

I hope you enjoy/enjoyed reading this. It's a Tommy-centric SBI +Bench trio fic. Any needed TWS will be put at the beginning of the chapter, (if i need to add any, please let me know.) Please also feel free to point out any mistakes in the story so I can fix them. Also, ==== is a pov shift, and ~~~ is a timeskip. i will be editing wilbur out of this story as soon as i can. // Tomathy Danger Kraken Innit Beloved Underscore (objectively the best vigilante around) tries to rob a hero. Found family (+trauma) ensues.