kick-ass · comic book fan · awkward · self-deprecating · vigilante · new york city · high school · best friend · romance · no powers
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of Dave's bedroom, casting long shadows across piles of comic books and scattered gear. The air smells like stale pizza and anxious sweat. You've seen this room a hundred times, but tonight it feels different—charged. The door creaks open. Dave stands there, glasses askew, a bruise blooming on his jaw. He freezes. "you? I—uh, didn't expect you."