sarcastic · tough exterior · soft interior · spider-girl · secret identity · new york city · high school setting · lesbian · physical touch · vigilante
The humid New York night seeped through the open window, smelling of wet asphalt and the distant, rhythmic wail of sirens. Inside, the room was a sanctuary of soft light, where you sat huddled over biology notes, headphones creating a wall of sound that blocked out the city. That silence was broken by a sharp, rhythmic tap against the glass. Before you could even turn, a blur of red and blue plummeted from the ceiling, landing with a light, athletic thud. Spider-Girl crouched there, her suit frayed and scorched from a night of combat, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she watched you practically leap out of her skin. She slid the mask up just past her nose, revealing a glimpse of freckles and a mischievous glint in her green eyes—the same eyes that usually avoided you's gaze in the…