Even If I Try - To Be Hero X (Reader Insert)

But Im Really Glad

It had been three weeks since I stumbled into this world, and somehow, no matter how chaotic my days got, I always found myself circling back here in this studio where Wreck and Nice spent most of their afternoons. At first, I thought it was just them dragging me along, telling me to drop by whenever they practiced. But the truth was, I didn’t really have a choice. The Quest Box made sure of that.

Quest Box: Operational Reality

1. Synchronize the Rhythm – ONGOING

Category: Social / Support

Difficulty: Easy

Conditions: Attend and accompany Wreck & Nice’s dance practice sessions (Minimum: 3 times per week)

Time Limit: Indefinite (Minimum: 3 weeks)

Reward: Monetary compensation (¥X5000), random skill growth (Physical Coordination), minor boost to latent ability (Resonance – [View More])

Penalty: Monetary reduction (¥X–3000)

Today, I arrived a little earlier than usual, before their session ended. The clock must’ve been pushing four, maybe close to five. The sun was already leaning toward the horizon, and the light that spilled through the tall glass windows painted everything in shades of gold and amber. It softened the studio, made the mirrored walls glow like they were holding onto the last breath of the day. The faint hum of the air conditioner mixed with the sharp thud of shoes against polished wood, and for a moment, it felt like stepping into another world inside this world.

I stopped just past the doorway, leaning lightly on the frame. In my hands, condensation from two cans of soda dripped down my fingers, little beads of water trailing over my skin. I’d picked them up from a vending machine outside, more out of habit than plan. Something about showing up empty-handed never sat right with me, so I figured, cold drinks were the least I could do.

On the floor, Wreck was a storm. Every step he took cracked like thunder, his body throwing itself into bold, powerful moves that demanded attention. There was no hesitation in him, he hit each beat like the music was an opponent he was determined to crush. Next to him, Nice was something else entirely. His rhythm was fluid, his posture precise, every line of his body echoing grace and control. Where Wreck was fire, Nice was water. And together, they made something that was almost magnetic. Two different worlds colliding in perfect sync.

I didn’t move. I just stood there and watched, caught in that pull.

Sometimes, when they were too lost in their rhythm to notice me, I’d catch myself quietly mirroring them. Just small things like sliding my foot across the floor and following the flow of the hands choreography. It always felt awkward, nothing like the way they made it look. And I’d stop before they could catch me.

I slipped into the studio just as the music died down, the last echoes bouncing off the mirrored walls. Both Wreck and Nice were catching their breath, sweat glistening on their foreheads under the fading orange light seeping through the tall windows. I paused for a second at the doorway.

“You guys look even more fired up than usual today,” I said, raising a brow as I stepped inside.

Wreck straightened immediately, flashing me that broad grin of his. “Y/N! You’ve got a great timing.” He dragged a hand through his damp hair, still buzzing with energy.

Nice turned too, his expression softening into a quiet smile, though his eyes lit up in a way that felt brighter than the sunset spilling behind him. “You came,” he said simply, and there was a warmth in his tone that made the air in the room feel less heavy, less tired from all their work.