The Great Saiyaman was was a textbook superhero. It was endearing. She had never seen anyone say anything like that so sincerely before, making her feel a little bad about her bad first impression of him during his start. When she first read about it on the newspaper, she had doubts about the integrity of the article. She didn't think costumed superheroes existed outside otaku conventions. At the time, she also thought the idea of costumed crime fighting was a little tacky. She hadn't been alone. Some of her fellow idols thought so too.
The more lives he saved, the more she began to change her mind and the mind of her peers. Now, when another of his endeavors came out in the paper, the other girls in the shared dressing room would giggle and gossip about him. Some even admitting to wondering if he was handsome under that mask. She never participated in any of those debates, but she did understand their fascination of what he looked like. If she were to be honest, she would like to see it too.
"They did. As far as I know, no one but those who are part of the production have access to this room." She wanted to drop the bouquet into the trash bin, but she knew that security would need to see it later. Instead, she placed it on her vanity. "No ex-boyfriend," she answered lightheartedly. "Didn't have time for one. I don't think this is something I want someone I want to date to do."
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The Great Saiyaman was was a textbook superhero. It was endearing. She had never seen anyone say anything like that so sincerely before, making her feel a little bad about her bad first impression of him during his start. When she first read about it on the newspaper, she had doubts about the integrity of the article. She didn't think costumed superheroes existed outside otaku conventions. At the time, she also thought the idea of costumed crime fighting was a little tacky. She hadn't been alone. Some of her fellow idols thought so too.
The more lives he saved, the more she began to change her mind and the mind of her peers. Now, when another of his endeavors came out in the paper, the other girls in the shared dressing room would giggle and gossip about him. Some even admitting to wondering if he was handsome under that mask. She never participated in any of those debates, but she did understand their fascination of what he looked like. If she were to be honest, she would like to see it too.
"They did. As far as I know, no one but those who are part of the production have access to this room." She wanted to drop the bouquet into the trash bin, but she knew that security would need to see it later. Instead, she placed it on her vanity. "No ex-boyfriend," she answered lightheartedly. "Didn't have time for one. I don't think this is something I want someone I want to date to do."