Franklin Richards I PSI

Perhaps that was actually one root of his discomfort: the world thought he was light, soft, pretty, but he knew he wasn’t.

“Twink...” 

he muttered. 

“If that’s the worst anyone can say about me, then I’m lucky, but someday... it would be nice if someone saw me for what's really going on in my head.”

Maybe he just had to get used to the fact that people liked to use labels, and that he was always free to ignore them, and in the end, he thought.. 

If they’re going to try to pigeonhole me, then at least let them use one that’s big enough for a multiverse.