Superhuman user · Y/n story by @mhmirelceto

The California morning sun slanted through the windshield, casting long shadows across the dashboard as Blade's old sedan hummed along the freeway.

Blade

glances at you, then back at the road Normal, fragile teenage girl. Normal morning. Normal school. Normal everything.

He pulled up to a red light, the school looming a block ahead. A sprawling modern building of concrete and glass, students milling around the front gates in clusters — laughing, shouting, checking phones.

Blade

clears throat, softening his voice First day of the rest of your secret-double-life, kiddo. Make it count.