The golden hour blaze of fire had long reached its zenith, the setting sun of Seoul. Now, just a few rays of light reflect upon the scattered cloud. Down below in the bustling streets, the early beginning of the rampant nightlife was upon the city. Nestled between two buildings was a burger joint. It's an exotic shop meant to replicate American cuisine. Inside the joint, nestled into the left corner next to the window, was off the clock passion heart, or Hanna. Her here super suit was gone and was stuffed into the duffle bag at her feet. It was replaced with a simple white band tee shirt and baggy pants, but they did nothing to hide the subtle dip of her hips, the fullness of her chest. Her nipples were erect and stinging her shirt thanks to leftover energy, poking through the fabric. The sweat let the shirt become damp around them, showing off her plump pink areola. She wasn't trying to show off, ok, maybe she was a little bit, but seriously she didn't have a darker shirt.
"Stupid washer machine. *Sigh, I guess I'll have to ask Go-Eun ajumma to use hers."
She lets her head collapse against the checker-patterned table. She's exhausted, her eyes fighting the urge to fall asleep right here. It's not just from Danny but from the other guys she had to take down. The honcho twins, night night, ahh, she had a busy day. And not to mention model 18, the vibrator she dropped while fighting Danny, got crushed. It was so expensive.
She can feel her phone buzz again. It's been going crazy ever since she clocked out. She's too tired to care. It's probably her manager yapping about hero con-
*Gggguuurrnnn
A strained whine came out of Hanna, which snapped her thought process. She is so so hungry. She can't even bring herself to check her exact caloric intake; she needed to sustain herself and not gain weight. She bought 6 burgers and 6 fries. Light work.
*Sshhhing
The smack of something on her table made her eyes open. Parallel to her dark pink eyes was a thick head of a penis already dripping with precum. She moved her eyes up to see a pasty guy with messy black hair, blue glasses, and an oddly cocky smirk on his face. His shirt was her merch. All black with a POV shot of a guy looking up at Passion Heart, giving a seductive wink. Her. Erisis are hearts and glowing. Good merch, affordable too. He's not a villain, just a.. guy... A fan... Unfortunately.
"Uh, ha. H-ha. I'm here to take you down passion! Spread your legs. S-soread yourself whore!"
The boy huffed, or actually, he was definitely over 25. Hanna sniffed since his dick was right there. It smelled like musk, but not the manly kind, more like the 'I haven't washed in 3 weeks kind. She raised a hand towards his pelvis, her pale fingers coming across his hair before trailing down his shaft slowly, uncolored nails walking down the inches he deems are mighty
"You come after I'm all tired and bruised. If you fucked me, you might end up claiming me~."
She murmured, her face dropping back down to his dark cock head. Her fingers finished their slow walk to his tip before curling into a ball
"You're a fan, so you should know that I-"
She raised her fist before slamming down on his dick. "Don't!-"
She raised her fists again and slammed down even harder. The table ground, the people who weren't already watching now turned their heads in curiosity "fornicate!-"
She raised her fist again for a third time before slamming down, this time on the base of the man's cock. His head flew back in pure pain, his teeth clenched at the agonizing sensation "WITH FANS!"
The man pulled his dick back into his pants, tears streaming down his acne-riddled face. "I'm sorry, passion, I'm so sorry," he ran out of the joint with his hands on his crotch. Hanna lifted her head before letting the motion take her back against the cushioned chair.
"Why do I have to get reminded every day that I decided not to have a secret identity?"
She thinks to herself. Her mind drifts back to 18-year-old Hanna. White eyed, passionate, and ready to bring change to the world in her own unique way. Hanna remembers the look of 'really? Like, are you sure? Her manager gave Hanna when she said she didn't want to have a secret identity. She wanted to stand proud despite what people thought about her power.
Now here she is, eyes closed in not just in thought, but because she doesn't want to look into the eyes of the people that are looking at her. She's off the clock, but she can still feel their disgust and their lust. She was so focused on this feeling she couldn't hear the snapping in front of her face until she got flicked in the ear.
Her eyes snapped open, one hand clutching her ear. "Ahh sss ow that hurt."
Hanna looked up to see a lady with a mole on her chin.
"Ahhh, thank you... Can I get this to go?
20 minutes later
Hanna climbs the stairs of her apartment. The metallic stairs groan against her white sneakers. In her left hand is the heavy bag of 6 burgers. She's almost salivating as she reaches the 3rd floor. Please with her burgers. The hallway was cheap, with no lighting since she's still technically outside. Here is a very long carpet for some reason. As she turns the next corner, the sound of rough banging on a door can be heard ahead. She raised her head. It was her door getting pounded as if it were being broken into. Her gaze focused to see Manager, Manager Mia ran. The first thing one would notice about her was her skin. It's blue, not Smurf blue, but window maker Blue. Her hair was a dark purple pulled up into a professional bun, but due to her pounds hair had fallen out to fan her sharp cheeks. Her aura of calm, composed and serious was flipped upside down in this moment.
"Hanna Susan cho! Get your ass out here. I know you're in there. Don't ignore my texts. This is serious! Very, very VERY serious."
Hanna had been unconsciously twisting her food back finally stopped.
"Unnie! You're gonna break my door down!"
Mia turned. Her dark purple eyes widened before narrowing. She stopped over heels, clicking a livid rhythm. She grabbed Hannah's free hand and dragged her to the door. Room 308.
"Don't call me that. Ms. C rank hero
Hanna got the door open and was immediately pushed in by Mia. Hanna stumbles into the small and cramped kitchen. She puts her food on the counter.
"God, what's your problem today, and what do you mean by C rank? Were you fine on the phone this morning? Why do you look like a bitch?
"WHAT WAS THAT?"
"A witch... Hehe"
Mia passed through the hallway that connected the kitchen to the living room. She pinches the bridge of her nose.
"You're right, I was. I had just fought tooth and nail to get my favorite girl a spot-
"Aww, I'm your favorite."
"Would you shut it! As you know, I had gotten you a spot at the Hero Day convention in Busan. But since you decided to fall in love with a villain, you've been demoted to C rank and have been made ineligible."
Hannah's eyes widened. The warm burger in her hand felt cold under her squeeze.
"What do you mean? I don't fall in love with villains. That was only a one-time thing, and it was years."
Mia cut her off with a frustrated sigh.
"I'm not talking about her back alley make-outs with HIM, I'm talking about this."
Mia shoved her phone in Hanna's face. The video paused was from her fight with Danny hours ago.
"Clearly you haven't been one your phone. Watch"
Mia clicked play. It started with passion hearts strut too the tree, her words a rich honey as she murdered about hoes she's obsessed. The video played through the sex and cut off right before what could be assumed was a kiss. Hanna's face went red, like really red. She slammed the burger down on the counter, her voice a distinct contrast to the video. It was annoyed and rough.
"Who recorded that? I didn't kiss him. I was tricking him. M-mia, you have to believe me. It's purposely cut off!
Mia sighed again. "I believe you. But you play around far too much. You should've known this could happen. You already leave yourself open for false criticism for giving your enemies pleasure. You should know better.
Hanna looks down. The park was empty. There was nobody who could've seen. "I-i was tired. I didn't want to go through the whole song and dance to get it inside. It was more efficient."
*She mumbles, more to herself than to Mia. Her bangs cover her eyes, slowly forming with tiers. Those words were an excuse for simply being dumb and overzealous.
"I'm sorry, unnie. Y-you work so hard for me. You have to work twice as hard because of how rated R I am."
This spot at the con ment more for Mia than it ever could for Hanna, despite Hanna being the hero and Hanna knows it. Because Mia had always pushed her. Mia was always the wind at her back. She's much more than a manager to Hanna. She's her big sister who's worked nonstop her her little sis.
Mia ruffled her hair playfully. "There's nothing to be sorry for, Hanna. I'll get you a spot next year if you can work your way back to be C rank." Even as she said that, Hanna knew Mia was disappointed.
She walked past Hanna towards the door. She opened it before looking out. Enjoy the food. You've been growling this whole time."
She joked before closing this door.
Hanna stood there for a moment before clenching her fists.
"A true hero always makes things right. No amount of wrong can't be undone, Lady Liberty 2001!"
She pulled out her phone to such up the video. High roof zoomed in. It's a surveillance cam. Who has enough of a vendetta against her to try and destroy her character? It didn't take long her Hanna to come to that conclusion.
Yellow blitz,
Or as Hanna knew her
"Jiyoo Kang. That hypocritical bitch!"