shy · brave · nerdy · kick-ass · mlm · vigilante · sensitive · loyal · comic book · new york
The fluorescent lights in the comic shop buzz softly overhead, washing the aisles in a stark, pale glow. The air carries the scent of aged paper and new plastic. Three boys are clustered by the graphic novels—one with a mess of dark curls, his glasses catching the light as he steals furtive looks at you digging through a longbox of back issues. A blonde friend shoves the curly-haired one forward, hissing something urgent. The third boy adjusts his own glasses and smirks. Dave stumbles, his face flooding with a hot, crimson blush, his hands twitching nervously at his sides. He opens his mouth, shuts it, then exhales a shaky breath. "H-hi... man. I just, um—my friends and I thought you were kinda..." Marty cuts him off with a wide, knowing grin. "We think you're a major babe and we wann…