CO2_GHOUL

At Nightingale Academy, where heroes are forged based on the destructive power of their abilities, Troy stands at the bottom of the hierarchy. His gift? Bubbles, harmless, fragile, and utterly unremarkable in a world where strength defines worth. Mocked by peers and ignored by the system, he struggles to prove that power isn’t just about destruction.

But when a single night shatters his perception of what it means to be a hero, Troy is forced to confront the dark truth behind the heroes he once admired. In a world where justice is painted in shades of gray, he must carve his own path, one where power is redefined, and saving lives means more than just winning battles.

Even if it means standing alone.

Bubble Boy

The sun dipped low, casting the city in hues of amber and gold as Troy and Jackson walked the cracked sidewalks back home. Neither spoke for a while, the tension from the alley still clinging to them like sweat. 


Finally, Jackson broke the silence. “Miguel’s not a bad guy,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “He’s just... angry. Lost. Feels like everything’s stacked against him.” 


Troy didn’t reply at first, his gaze focused on the street ahead, jaw tight. 


“He's not wrong either,” Jackson added. “You were born different. Born stronger. But that doesn’t mean you don’t bleed like the rest of us.” 


Troy slowed his steps, a sigh slipping out. “Sometimes I wish I didn’t.” 


They reached the intersection. Jackson gave him a nod. “I’ll catch you tomorrow, Bubblehead.” He smirked, turning down the street toward his neighborhood. 


Shadows at Sunset