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

But Im Really Glad

I stepped away from the doorway and crossed the studio floor, the sodas cool and damp in my hands. “Here,” I said, passing the cans toward them. “A little reward for all that effort.”

They both took them eagerly, Wreck cracking his open with a sharp fizz, Nice giving me a grateful nod before gulping down a sip. The sound of carbonation filled the quiet room, blending with the faint hum of the air conditioner above.

“Man,” Wreck exhaled after a long drink, leaning back against the mirror, a grin tugging at his lips. “We got an offer. A real shoot. Our performance’s gonna be filmed.” His voice carried that edge of disbelief, like even he wasn’t used to delivering good news like this.

My eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? That’s amazing.”

Nice’s face lit up, his expression a mix of relief and electric excitement. “Yeah! Can you believe it? If it goes well, people will notice us more. And maybe—” he paused, his eyes flicking away as if the thought was too fragile to say outright, “maybe it’ll bring us one step closer to becoming heroes.”

I couldn’t help smiling at that. The hope in his voice, the conviction behind it was impossible not to feel the spark catch onto me, too.

Wreck slung an arm around Nice’s shoulders, pulling him in with a laugh. “See? I told you we’d get here. This is just the beginning, Nice. We’ll make people notice us, no doubt about it.” His voice carried that rare certainty, a tone I’d only heard from him a few times.

Nice’s grin softened, “I hope so… I really do.” The way he said it, quiet but unwavering, made something twist inside me.

I should’ve been happy for them. I was happy for them. Sitting there, watching the two of them celebrate this small victory, I felt proud, proud to see how hard they’d worked, proud to see how much they believed in each other. But under that warmth, another feeling crept in, slow and suffocating.

Because I knew.

I knew what was waiting for them further down this path. Fame didn’t just mean recognition, it meant exposure. And exposure meant the Treeman Group would notice about them in the future. My chest tightened at the thought, a bitter weight pressing down.

Would I really just sit here, smile, and let it happen? Watch them chase their dream while knowing how it ends?

The guilt seeped in like ink bleeding through paper, staining every good thing about this moment. They were laughing, full of hope and excitement, and all I could think about was how fragile it all was, how easily it could be shattered.

I lowered my gaze to the floor, like a clock ticking too fast. And for the first time in a while, I didn’t know if I had the strength to change anything.

“Y/N?” Nice’s voice cut through my thoughts, soft but curious. I looked up and found his gaze fixed on me, concern flickering in his eyes. “You okay? You spaced out there for a second.”

I forced a smile, hoping it didn’t look as strained as it felt. “I’m fine. Just… thinking.”

Before the silence could stretch, Wreck leaned back, tapping his wristwatch with a mischievous grin. “Good, ‘cause we’ve still got some time before the next group kicks us out.” He set his soda can down on the floor with a soft clink, his eyes glinting with that familiar playful energy. Then he turned toward me. “So… how about it, Y/N? Wanna give it a shot?”

It took me a second to process. “Wait—what?”

“Dancing,” Wreck said simply, standing and brushing off his hands. “Don’t look so shocked. You think we didn’t notice?” His grin widened, a little too satisfied. “I’ve seen you. Trying to copy our moves in the corner when you think no one’s watching.”