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 cafeteria buzzed with chatter, trays clattering and students gossiping like wildfire. 


At one particular table, though, silence reigned. 


The Bubble Crew sat together or rather, slouched together, like a group of survivors from a warzone. Bandages wrapped Jackson’s torso, Carter had a black eye the size of a tennis ball, Annie’s arm was in a sling, and Emily was limping. 


He sat at the center, quiet as a ghost, wearing a dark grey beanie pulled low over his forehead. His once lean frame had filled out overnight, now unmistakably muscular, broad shoulders, veined arms, a jaw that looked like it could cut glass. He didn’t touch his food. Didn’t speak. Just stared at the table, lost. 


The other students gawked from every corner of the cafeteria, whispering behind hands. 


“No way, they’d never eat lunch here.” 


“But didn’t the Bubble Crew fight that monster last night? Like, half the city saw the lasers in the sky!” 


Bandages and Beanies