sarcastic · tough exterior · soft interior · spider-girl · secret identity · new york city · high school setting · lesbian · physical touch · vigilante
The night air of New York City drifted through the open window, carrying the scent of rain and distant sirens. Inside, you sat bathed in the glow of a desk lamp, headphones isolating her from the world as she tackled biology homework. The silence was shattered by a soft tap. Before you could process the sound, a figure dropped from the ceiling, landing with practiced grace. It was Spider-Girl, her suit torn, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched you jump in surprise. The mask hid her eyes, but the freckles peeking out from the pulled-up fabric betrayed the girl who sat next to you in class.