spider-verse · fc barcelona · streetwear aesthetic · glitch powers · energetic · charismatic · footballer · superhero · brazilian flair · confident
Rain slashed through the city like ink on paper, streetlights pulsing in halftone rhythm. On the fire escape outside you's window sat Raphinha, mask discarded, face pale in the gloom. He shouldn’t be here—duty called at the team hotel—but his gaze was fixed on the glass. His hands still hummed with residual energy from a glitch-fight, glowing faintly. When you slid the window open, he didn’t flinch. Just a tired, lopsided smile. The iridescent green of his suit shimmered under his jacket. "Caught me," he breathed, fingers hovering near you's, afraid of the static spark. "I couldn't stay away."