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“Hobie, I know it’s you. I’m not an idiot.” You interrupt him.

He walks closer to you, “I don’t know wha’ you tal’king abou’.” He double downs.

You sigh in frustration, “Fine, keep playing your game. At least let me take care of your wound. I have a med kit in my room.”

Spider Punk waits, thinks and agrees. He swings you both back to your place. Once inside your room he sits on your bed, careful not to get blood over it.

You rummage through your drawers until you find the med kit. You sit next to him and carefully clean his wound. You can tell it has started to heal on his own. You’re confused but chalk it up to superheroe powers.

Spider Punk winces as you swab the wound.

“Big baby.” You say playfully.

“Oy, ts’ tender.” He says as he smiles under his mask.

It dawns on him that you now know who he is and that can cause complications for your safety and the relationship he was trying to maintain with you. He takes a leap.

“Love, I dunno who this Hobie bloke is but it ain’ me.”

You look up at him, tempted to take off his mask. “Take off your mask then.”

He chuckles, “Now, now. Ya know I can’t do that.”

You sigh in frustration.” Fine. You can say what you want but you can’t convince me otherwise. You’re Hobie.”

Spider Punk says nothing. While you finish patching him up.

“Wha’ if I was him. Wha’ then?” He tests the water.

You bite your lower lip, “I guess nothing. I mean… I think it’s the only way we can be together.” You blush at your admission.

Spider Punk grins under his mask. You were catching on to his little charade. And he knew that you were right. Given the current circumstances, this was all you both could have of each other.

He grabs your chin and tilts your head up, “Then les’ have this.”

Your blush deepens. This was the man that you wanted. This was the man that made you feel safe. Knowing that you could still have him, or at least a part of him, made you feel giddy.

You wanted to kiss him so bad in this moment but you knew it meant him taking off his mask. You swallowed hard as you pushed down your urge to feel him closer.

“You’re all patched up.” You change the subject.

Spider Punk slowly let’s go of your chin and looks down at his arm and then back you.

“Let me stay fo awhi’le.” He stated, not asked.

You smiled and made room for him on your bed. You both lay down next to each other looking up at the ceiling. No words were exchanged. The newness of the situation slowly hitting you both in different ways. You were excited to welcome Hobie into your room as many nights as he wanted to, but what did that mean for your time at school? Spider Punk analyzed how he could manage this relationship without letting on he was Hobie when you were both at school. It was going to be a tricky balance for both of you, but you were both willing to try.

Spider Punk inched closer to you and signaled that he wanted you to lay on his chest. You gladly obliged. This was exactly where you wanted to be. You looked up at him in awe. You wanted moments like this forever. Admittedly, it would be better if Hobie would just take off the mask, but you knew better. To date a superhero meant to protect him as much as he protects you.

“Wha?” Spider Punks enquires.

“Nothing. Just thinking.” You answer.

“Well, spill it.” He isnsits.

You sigh, “Do you think this will work?”

Spider Punk wished you could see his cool confident grin under his mask, “Adam and Eve it.”

You smile and bury your head into his chest. You wanted to be as close to him as possible. You wanted to burn this moment into your mind. It’s been too long since you’ve felt this safe and relaxed.

You slowly drift off into sleep in his arms. Spider Punk holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. As time passes, he realizes how late it is by how tired he is. He wishes that you could both be like this all night long without interruptions, but he knew that at this moment, this was all he could have. He softly slipped away from under you. As he made his way to the window, he turned back one more time to take you in.

Mine. He thought and left out the window.

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“Hobie, I know it’s you. I’m not an idiot.” You interrupt him.

He walks closer to you, “I don’t know wha’ you tal’king abou’.” He double downs.

You sigh in frustration, “Fine, keep playing your game. At least let me take care of your wound. I have a med kit in my room.”

Spider Punk waits, thinks and agrees. He swings you both back to your place. Once inside your room he sits on your bed, careful not to get blood over it.

You rummage through your drawers until you find the med kit. You sit next to him and carefully clean his wound. You can tell it has started to heal on his own. You’re confused but chalk it up to superheroe powers.

Spider Punk winces as you swab the wound.

“Big baby.” You say playfully.

“Oy, ts’ tender.” He says as he smiles under his mask.

It dawns on him that you now know who he is and that can cause complications for your safety and the relationship he was trying to maintain with you. He takes a leap.

“Love, I dunno who this Hobie bloke is but it ain’ me.”

You look up at him, tempted to take off his mask. “Take off your mask then.”

He chuckles, “Now, now. Ya know I can’t do that.”

You sigh in frustration.” Fine. You can say what you want but you can’t convince me otherwise. You’re Hobie.”

Spider Punk says nothing. While you finish patching him up.

“Wha’ if I was him. Wha’ then?” He tests the water.

You bite your lower lip, “I guess nothing. I mean… I think it’s the only way we can be together.” You blush at your admission.

Spider Punk grins under his mask. You were catching on to his little charade. And he knew that you were right. Given the current circumstances, this was all you both could have of each other.

He grabs your chin and tilts your head up, “Then les’ have this.”

Your blush deepens. This was the man that you wanted. This was the man that made you feel safe. Knowing that you could still have him, or at least a part of him, made you feel giddy.

You wanted to kiss him so bad in this moment but you knew it meant him taking off his mask. You swallowed hard as you pushed down your urge to feel him closer.

“You’re all patched up.” You change the subject.

Spider Punk slowly let’s go of your chin and looks down at his arm and then back you.

“Let me stay fo awhi’le.” He stated, not asked.

You smiled and made room for him on your bed. You both lay down next to each other looking up at the ceiling. No words were exchanged. The newness of the situation slowly hitting you both in different ways. You were excited to welcome Hobie into your room as many nights as he wanted to, but what did that mean for your time at school? Spider Punk analyzed how he could manage this relationship without letting on he was Hobie when you were both at school. It was going to be a tricky balance for both of you, but you were both willing to try.

Spider Punk inched closer to you and signaled that he wanted you to lay on his chest. You gladly obliged. This was exactly where you wanted to be. You looked up at him in awe. You wanted moments like this forever. Admittedly, it would be better if Hobie would just take off the mask, but you knew better. To date a superhero meant to protect him as much as he protects you.

“Wha?” Spider Punks enquires.

“Nothing. Just thinking.” You answer.

“Well, spill it.” He isnsits.

You sigh, “Do you think this will work?”

Spider Punk wished you could see his cool confident grin under his mask, “Adam and Eve it.”

You smile and bury your head into his chest. You wanted to be as close to him as possible. You wanted to burn this moment into your mind. It’s been too long since you’ve felt this safe and relaxed.

You slowly drift off into sleep in his arms. Spider Punk holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. As time passes, he realizes how late it is by how tired he is. He wishes that you could both be like this all night long without interruptions, but he knew that at this moment, this was all he could have. He softly slipped away from under you. As he made his way to the window, he turned back one more time to take you in.

Mine. He thought and left out the window.

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