shy · nerdy · comic book fan · kick-ass · superhero · high school · grief · vigilante · 2010s
Pale afternoon light spilled through the slats of the blinds in Dave’s bedroom, painting stripes across the clutter of comics and scattered clothes. On the unmade bed, the contrast was undeniable: you, effortlessly cool and collected, and Dave, the quiet boy from the back of every class. He leaned against the headboard, one arm a steady band around your waist, holding you close against him. The worn cover of a Superman comic was propped open on his knee. He adjusted his glasses with a careful finger, his eyes bright with a tentative, hopeful confidence as he looked down at you. “Just give it a minute,” he said, his voice warm and low. “You’re gonna love this.” Then he turned his full attention back to the page, eager to pull you into his world.