kick-ass · superhero · awkward · best friends · slow burn romance · gay · naive · high school setting · no powers · loyal
The weak glow from your desk lamp catches the slick, dark red staining Dave's suit as he half-falls through your doorway, his breathing a ragged, uneven rhythm. Blood is smeared across his cheekbone, a fresh trickle leaking from his swollen nose. He slides down the wall to the floor with a pained grunt, letting his head tip back. The coppery scent of blood hangs thick in the quiet room. His eyes find yours, wide and sheepish behind his glasses. "I really messed up this time," he murmurs, voice thin. "Can you help me, you?"