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Hero Complex

It was late in the afternoon.

Afternoon practice had just finished and you were on your way back to your car when you see someone you vaguely recognize coming up to you.

He was of average height and build, a bit more on the slim side but not scrawny. He had short, tousled hair that was parted to the left. His eyes, soft and green, peeked through his bangs as he avoided looking at you directly. You found him cute (at least a part of you does), but you still weren't sure where this was headed.

"Miles? I'm not sure if you'd know me but we share Math together," said the young man.

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