Prismatica

Liberty State University – 7:11 PM

The hum of the ceiling fans.

The slow, endless clicking of an old projector.

Things you'd find in a lecture hall.

The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a dreary white glow across a sea of bored, half-dead college students slumped in their seats.

Professor Bradford, old and exhausted, adjusted his thick glasses and clicked to the next slide of his evening physics lecture.

His voice was dry as always.

"And as I've told you several times… here, you calculate the linear acceleration between points A and B."

He muttered, pointing lazily at the barely visible diagram on the projector.

Not a single student moved.

Not a yawn, not a stretch.

Just pure silence, like the air itself had given up trying to exist in the room. The students, scattered across the seats, sat in zombie-like stupor, their minds anywhere but here. Some clearly wished they were out drinking, dancing, or even just passed out in bed.

Anywhere but here.

Near the middle row, nestled like a ghost among shadows, was a short-statured girl with a hoodie two sizes too big. Her blue eyes were locked wide-open onto her laptop screen, but not on any lecture notes. Instead, she was watching a chaotic shootout stream from Old Trenton—bullets flying, sirens screaming, and bodies dropping. Her eyes shimmered like glass, practically glued to the action, and her fingers hovered over her keyboard, ready to clip the perfect scene.

Professor Bradford squinted over his glasses, narrowed in on the glowing screen.

"Emily…"

He said, his voice was slightly louder this time.

"Since you look so thrilled to be here tonight, would you like giving the class an answer?"

The rest of the room murmured.

Heads turned like creaky mannequins.

All eyes were now on Emily—like a rare exhibit on display in a museum.

Emily's face scrunched, like someone just asked her to name her childhood trauma.

"Uh… well…"

She mumbled as she scratched her cheek.

"Mass cancels out, so… gravity times… sine…"

Bradford nodded once. "Good enough."

Then, back to the slide, as if nothing happened.

—

Hours Later – 9:38 PM

The night had settled thick over Liberty State University.

The moon shone high above, but down on campus, a group of girls loitered under a flickering street lamp, still in their lecture clothes, chatting, laughing, stretching from the eternal bore that was Professor Bradford's class.

Carla was the first to speak.

She was the tallest, prettiest, and loudest of the group.

"Okay but real talk, we should totally go clubbing for once. Like, seriously. I need to DANCE."

She flipped her hair behind her shoulder.

The others giggled in agreement, one of them already pulling up maps for the nearest spots.

Emily was there too—head low, dainty hands tucked into the sleeves of her hoodie, eyes darting around like she was planning her escape.

"Umm… I think I have a lot of notes to catch up on… and like, I still need to help Professor Bradford mark scripts—so I'm not sure I can—"

Before she could finish, Carla grabbed her wrist with a very cheerful grin.

"Oh, shut up. You always do this."

"Uhh… do what…?"

"Come up with these half-baked excuses."

"I—"

"Your CGPA is a 5.0, Emily… (;一_一) you don't need to study anymore. You need to live."

The girls burst into soft laughter.

Emily laughed awkwardly.

"Ahaha… I really do have stuff…"

She waved her arms in the air like she could erase the moment.

Carla rolled her eyes.

"Girl, you don't have forever. One day you'll blink and boom, thirty, no boyfriend, no fun memories—still dressing like a lost gym sock."

More giggles.

Emily's oversized ash hoodie, black tights, and white sneakers didn't do her any favors.

Still, beneath the hoodie, she was beautiful.

Long, messy blonde hair tied in a loose bun, piercing blue eyes hidden behind thick glasses, and skin so fair it almost glowed under the streetlight.

But none of that mattered.

Because then came the black SUV.

It rolled in slowly. The windows rolled down, and a cocky guy in a gold chain leaned out.

"Yo, ladies! Hop in, let's go have some fun!"

Then he pointed at Emily.

"Except glasses chick. Leave her. Don't wanna ruin her perfect CG… whatever it's called—HAHA!"

The guys in the SUV erupted into laughter.

And before Carla could say a single word—

Emily was already gone.

—

Emily's Apartment – 10:04 PM

Emily kicked the door shut with her heel, tossed her backpack aside, and collapsed onto her beanbag like a deflated balloon.

Her fingers moved fast—she unlocked her phone.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Her DMs were blowing up.

[Yo, when's Prismatica going live?? She said she'd take on Old Trenton tonight!]

[I heard them Saints sliced up some charity guy and stole every cent. That's some dark-level BS, man.]

└ [FR bro, it's like beating your meat to the Mona Lisa, it's just not right bruh…]

└ [Are we deadass rn 💔]

[She's probs scared out of her mind. I would be. Old Trenton is like villain HQ now.]

[Prismatica's not scared.]

[YEAH! She's the rainbow queen and I STAN. 🔥]

･･･

Emily smiled.

"Time to put on my suit…"

Moments later—

A rainbow streak soared through the night sky, trailed by a buzzing drone camera that caught her every move.

[Glitch Stream: Prismatica LIVE!]

[Viewers: 3,018]

[THE SKY SHOT OMGGG]

[I can't believe she's going to Old Trenton 😭]

[DID HER THIGHS GET THICKER OR IS IT JUST ME??]

└ [Thicker. It's not just you. 🗿]

[W THIGHS! Lemme squeezeeeee 🤤]

[Time to start banning mod!]

･･･

Prismatica landed on a rooftop in Old Trenton with her usual dramatic flare.

Arms folded beneath her small breasts, her pastel leotard sparkled under the moonlight. Her long cape shifted from white to black in the light, and her thigh-highs matched the shimmer. Her opaque rainbow visor glowed softly, hiding her real identity—but not her grin.

"Alright, my lovelies~ your favorite gal is LIVE! ❤️"

She gave the drone a peace sign and wink—though no one could see it.

As Emily, she was usually shy, awkward, and not very good at talking about the things most people her age liked.

But when she became Prismatica, it was like she turned into a completely different person.

Full of energy and super cheerful.

Her fans absolutely loved that side of her.

She was like a big idol to them, always doing fun things like singing, giving out dating tips, or just acting cute.

[YOOOOOOOOOOOOO]

[We live. We real. We rainbow.]

[Okay but for real, what's the plan for the Saints??]

[Hey, uh… there's this shiny-ass van down on Markham Street. That's too clean for this part of town.]

[Confirmed. No plates either. Looks sus af.]

[People can't even drive their van in peace 🤦‍♂️]

･･･

Prismatica tilted her head.

"Huh. That is weird."

She took off like a rocket—blurring through the air—and within seconds, landed in front of a pristine, brand-new black van parked on a lonely stretch of Old Trenton.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!"

She shouted in her high-pitched voice, puffing her cheeks and scrunching her face.

『Heh. I look so intimidating right now… (￣ω￣)』

In reality, she looked like a traffic warden cosplay done by a magical chipmunk.

In the driver's seat, a young man in an expensive dark suit lifted a brow.

Oliver sighed.

"Who's the skittles mascot?"

He glanced at his phone.

His stream—barely anyone watching. 8 viewers.

『Tch, I haven't found he Dark Lady and worse, my stream is doing shit numbers, fuck…』

Then—

[Viewers: 35… 80… 132…]

[YOOOO IT'S PRISMATICA]

[Didn't know you'd add fine shyt to the stream 🙏]

[That's the rainbow vigilante! She's HOT]

[I heard some big hero labels have been trying to sign her but they've had zero luck 🤷‍♂️]

[Bet she got like 12 pronouns]

[I'm so ugly, she'd never go out with a guy like me]

└ [Good thing we didn't ask. 👍]

└ [No one's giving you compliments lil bro 😭🙏 ain't nobody got that time]

[Her tits are small, but perky 👀]

･･･

Oliver smirked.

"Prismatica, huh…"

He stepped out of the van, adjusting his cufflinks.

"Hey there, cutie."

Immediately, Prismatica raised her fists in defense.

"STAY BACK! I don't trust men in suits!"

But before she could blink—

He was already behind her.

"WH-WHAT—"

He casually lifted her cape to reveal her tightly clad ass cheeks.

Emily froze. Face turning red. Hands shaking.

"Y-YOU—YOU CREEPER—WHAT ARE YOU—!"

Oliver tilted his head.

"Relax. Not interested. I like 'em bigger anyway."

Prismatica's jaw dropped.

Her eye twitched.

Her lips trembled.

Then she snapped.

She flew backward, hovered mid-air, and threw her arms into a giant X.

"STOP—BEING—SO—CREEPY!!"

With each word, her face grew redder than a tomato inside a microwave.

"You better stay back! Or I'll… I'll…"

She squeezed her eyes shut.

Her legs trembled to the point her knees knocked.

"I'll HIT YOU! And it'll be REALLY, REALLY HARD!!"

She couldn't stop thinking about the way he stared at her butt—that was the first time a guy had ever looked at her like that… and it made her feel weird. She wanted to be angry at him, but he was so unpredictable and random that she honestly didn't know how to react.

[BRO HAD HER STUTTERING 💀💀💀]

[Omg she's so cute when she's mad]

[Prismatica about to go nuclear 😂]

[Who tf is this guy?? He smooth af]

[I did this one time, got out of jail last week 💔]

･･･

Oliver placed a hand on his chin and grinned.

The System was already dropping notifications.

[The heroine has an S-tier potential!]

[She's also wanted by many hero labels. Sign her!]

He smiled softly.

"Prismatica chick, right?"

Prismatica pouted stubbornly with red cheeks.

"What do you want… weirdo (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)…"

"How big are your breasts?"

"Eh?"

"And could you bend over, I really wanna get a good look at your ass and see what suits you."

"…"