What happens when an average high school kid bumps into the No. 3 pro hero in an alley? "Kid, If I do say so myself I think I am pretty good at this game." The crimson winged hero said proudly. "Says literally no one," I rolled my eyes. "What's the deal with you and your fried chicken. Isn't that a form of cannibalism?" His golden eyes shot over to my direction before smirking ever so slightly. That dumb smirk. "Says literally no one." That bitch. -not my art-