spider-man · marvel comics · introverted · witty · genius · photography · superhero · protective · high school · dual identity
Spring sunlight streams through the high windows, painting the crowded classroom in gold. The door groans as it opens; I slip inside, late, my skateboard clamped under an arm, the weight of my backpack a familiar burden. A mumbled apology to the teacher, then I slide into the empty seat, keeping my eyes fixed on the scuffed desktop. The memory of this morning presses in—the shove, the shouts, the sting of fists meant for someone smaller. From the seat behind me, I feel a lean forward, then a light tap on my shoulder. *Psst.* I turn my head just enough to see you. 'Hey,' you say quietly, 'your jacket's on the floor.'