Meanwhile, before the events of the main story:

The Hero Academy wasn’t just a school—it was a proving ground, a place where students learned to become legends. For most of the kids there, it was a chance to shine, to climb the ranks, and bask in the glory of their budding superpowers. The school might as well have been titled "School of Exceptional Youngsters and Also June Is Here." For June was an interloper in a world of prodigies, constantly trying to keep his head down and stay unnoticed.

That changed the day he accidentally met Milo.

The cafeteria was loud and chaotic, with students jostling for seats and trading stories about their latest training exploits. June, clutching his tray of bland cafeteria food, searched for a quiet corner away from the chaos. He spotted an empty table near the back and made a beeline for it, relieved to have found some peace.

He didn’t notice anything unusual until he sat down. There was a faint, wheezy gasp, followed by the shimmering outline of a boy materializing across from him. June jumped, his reptilian reflexes compelling him to protect his guts from danger.

"Whoa! Sorry! I didn’t see—"

The boy held up a hand, panting as he caught his breath. "It’s fine. Happens all the time."

June blinked, trying to process what just happened. "Were you… invisible?"

"Yeah," the boy said, running a hand through his unruly hair. "It’s kind of my thing. But I can’t hold it for long without, you know, breathing."

June hesitated. "Uh, do you want me to move? I didn’t mean to…"

"No, it’s cool," the boy interrupted. "Actually, could you stay? Just in case I pass out or something."

June stared at him for a moment, unsure if he was joking. But the boy’s earnest expression made him nod. "Yeah, sure."

The boy smiled, a little shyly. "Thanks. I’m Milo, by the way."

"June," he replied. "Nice to meet you."

He skates in his Crocs, ladies...