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he knew you were older than him, he got his info by “subtly” asking his friend about you and everything he wanted to know about you. things like, ‘how old is she?’ and ‘does she have a boyfriend? is she talking to anyone?’ he was convinced he was slick, that nobody notices his motives when it comes to you.

nothing progressed between the two of you after meeting and getting acquainted. no socials were exchanged, no numbers - nothing. ryul didn’t really know how to approach you for it without seeming desperate. maybe he didn’t want you to think (or know) that he was desperate to be in contact with you.

it wasn’t until the time he saw you crying in a secluded area that started everything between the two of you. he found out that a guy had made you sad, led you on and left you within a span of 20 minutes upon finding you sobbing your eyes out. ryul doesn’t think with his dick, he comforted you and let you cry on his shoulder. you took him up on the offer and cried as much as your heart desired. he ended up walking you home that day and was finally able to ask for your number.

you had your fair share of partners. they came and go, ryul observing them as they go. each time, you were disappointed. you thought, aren’t we a little too grown to be acting like kids?

and ryul hated seeing the disappointment in your eyes after a failed relationship, finally deciding that it was his time to show and prove to you that his age won’t be an issue with you.

“noona,” ryul said to you, his eyes trained on yours as he stood tall in front of you. his confidence was spilling everywhere, it almost made your heart skip a beat. “i want you.”

his bluntness struck like a blade, it was almost hard to process what he said to you. he shook his head, a lopsided grin playing on his lips, “nah, i need you. one chance is all i need with you.”

you crossed your arms against your chest, eyebrows knitting together just lightly. “i don’t go for younger guys, ryul.”

he nodded, head hanging low with his hands in his pockets but that damn smirk never left his lips. he looked up at you, “you know i’m not just some younger guy, noona, you know me.”

he closed the gap between the two of you, the smell of his cologne filling your nose and only then did it hit how close he had gotten to you in a couple of steps. your gazes meet, his stare was intense yet soft, yearning for more.

“you haven’t tried me,” ryul said, his voice lower than before. his eyebrow twitched at the way your eyebrows furrowed, “i don’t care about other guys, i promise i’m nothing like them. you know i’ll treat you well… i’ll make you feel good, right?”

there it was, the promise that he was nothing like other guys, that he was different. you’ve heard that line countless and millions of times before, it was starting to lose its meaning and specialty. his words made you scoff, head nodding as if you believe him. ryul scanned your face, the frustration bubbling inside him when he concluded you don’t believe him. “i’ve heard all of that before, ryul, it’s really nothing special. like i said, i don’t go for younger guys.”

for a second, there was silence. “… plus you’re my friend’s friend, isn’t that a little weird?”

ryul’s expression turned as if he thinks you were joking. he let out a little scoff, “what- you think i care about what he thinks if we got together?”

everything that came out of his mouth was another level of disbelief on your end. ryul let out a soft sigh, his hand scratching the back of his neck, “i honestly don’t give a shit what anyone thinks. i need you, that’s what matters to me.”

he didn’t let you say another word, taking your hands in his. his hands were soft, a little calloused but it’s only there when you really take the time to feel his touch. you felt your cheeks heat up, ryul took notice of your flustered expression and chuckled. “please… let me prove it to you. i’ll take you out, buy you flowers when you least expect it…”

your vision blurred when ryul leaned into your ear, and you could feel the smirk on his lips when he uttered the words, “make you feel good… aren’t you curious about me? even just a little bit?”

he pulled away, head tilted to the side as he awaited your answer. everything depended on what you’ll say, and the thought of you and ryul being intimate made your head spin in circles. you closed your eyes, letting out a soft huff, “fine, you’ll have one chance to prove yourself. starting today.”

this made the smirk on ryul’s lips grow wider, fingers now intertwined. “let me give you a ride home, noona.”

you should’ve expected it when ryul had pulled up into his apartment building. you weren’t going home for the night.

as soon as the door clicked shut, ryul’s hands were all over you. his touch was desperate, as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life. every dip and curve under his hand was mapped in his brain, like discovering new terrain. he savored every moan and whimper from your lips, the chill down his spine going straight to his hardening cock.

for a second he stopped, lips parted and eyebrows knitted together as he studied your flustered face, now a little confused as to why he stopped. his eyes flickered between your dazed eyes, then down to your parted lips, and he instantly captured your lips.

a soft moan escaped him, the sweet taste of your lips was a reward to him.

his arm wrapped around your waist, pressing you closer against him and he begins walking back to his bedroom. the kiss broke for a moment, just to open the door and let you in.

his room was what you’d expect in a man’s room; though it was neat, his bed wasn’t made as the blanket was tossed over, he had a small collection of colognes sitting on top of his dark dresser. some of his clothes laid on the carpeted floor, hoodies and jeans scattered about.

ryul sat on the edge of his bed, rummaging through his matching dark bedside table. his things inside the drawer were thrown about, ryul muttering soft curses under his breath.

through his peripheral he could see you standing in the middle of the room, observing his dimly lit room. ryul stopped what he was doing, his attention now on you. he extended his hand, motioning you to come closer. you padded towards him, standing between his legs and ryul guided you onto his lap. you straddled him, hands placed on his broad shoulders, his arms resting on your thighs as he studied your face with a smile on his face.

“what?” you asked, fighting the smile on your lips. ryul let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he smoothed your messy hair.

“nothing,” he answered. “i’ve been waiting for my turn for a really long time.”

you didn’t answer him, instead pressing your lips on his once more. it didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass and slowly grinding you down on him. ryul was impossibly hard, it was almost frustrating for him.

he tugged on the hem of your top, silently asking if he could remove it. ryul studied your expression, even the slightest bit of discomfort was enough to stop what he was doing. he wanted you to know, in a way, that your comfort and safety was his main priority. so he was most definitely shocked when you gave him the green light to start discarding your clothes off your body.

to ryul, it was like christmas. he was unwrapping the gift wrapper, opening his gift like a kid on christmas morning. you sat before him, in all your beauty. for a second, ryul’s vision blurred. he simply couldn’t believe that this was happening to him.

all the nights he spent shamelessly jacking off to the idea of you, his mind raced with nasty, raunchy scenarios before he went to sleep, hoping he’d have a wet dream. it was all worth it at the end.

“damn..” ryul muttered, leaning close to your torso and pressing soft, feather-like kisses all across your chest. he wanted to worship you, make sure you feel beautiful and loved in every way he had you in. his face scrunched in admiration as he stared at your chest, groaning as he places his warm, slightly calloused hands on them. “please… tell me if you don’t wanna do this.”

you placed your hands on top of his, “i want more, ryul.”

those words spilling from your lips was enough for ryul to take matters into his own hands. he simply couldn’t handle holding everything back. he guided you on your back, right into the pillows. he was like a different man before you, swift and eager.

he lowered down, right at your hips. this time, he didn’t ask for permission to discard your underwear. he hooked his fingers right on the waistband, tugging it down your legs and chuckling at you kicking it off. ryul tapped your thighs, motioning you to open them for him.

the sight of you was so ethereal it made ryul suck in a sharp breath. he laid on his stomach, hands hooking under your thighs to keep them open. his eyes flickered up at you, smirking as he meets your gaze before pressing a kiss right on your heat. the contact made you jump a little, which he did find adorable.

it didn’t take long for ryul to start working on you using his tongue. god, was he skilled at it. he ate you like you were his last meal, lapping up at your heat and savoring your taste graciously. ryul took just as much pleasure as you did, his mind was buzzing at the sounds you were making just from his mouth alone. every now and then, he’d peek at you, eyebrows knitted and fingers threatening to tug at his frost-tipped hair. he took pride in the fact that he could drive you insane just from his tongue alone.

with one last lap, he flattened his tongue and dragged it from your opening up to your sensitive clit. he kissed your lips, pulling away while licking the juices off of his swollen lips. ryul tugged his black tank top off, smiling, “you didn’t cum yet, right?”

you shook your head, blinking your eyes to regain some of your vision. before you sat ryul, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding off the bed to remove them properly. he stood in his boxers, a noticeable restraint caught your attention instantly. there was a wet spot sitting on his tip. you got on your knees and crawled towards him, fingertip pressing on the wet spot. ryul groaned at the touch, hissing. “what are you doing..?”

you hooked your fingers into the waistband, pulling the boxers down to set him free. his cock springs out, right in front of your face. it was pretty - definitely prettier than the ones you’ve seen before him.

ryul was throbbing, so turned on that it hurts. he watched you intensely, anticipating your next moves. and when he felt your hand wrap around his shaft, if he didn’t have any experience, he would’ve cum all over your face already.

you gave him a few pumps before wrapping your lips around his tip, occasionally glancing up at him through your lashes. ryul would throw his head back, hand hovering on your head as if fighting the urge to put it on top of your head and guide you. he couldn’t, he wanted to see what you’d do.

you worked your way down on him, inch by inch you took all of him in your mouth. ryul’s head was spinning at the warmth of your mouth, fighting the urge to thrust his hips relentlessly. his chest heaved as you worked, hands twisting as you took all of his length.

“f-fuck, wait,” ryul uttered out, placing his hand on your head. you pulled off with a pop, swallowing the excess spit in your mouth. ryul groaned at the sight of you, lips wet from sucking him. he leaned down, lips connecting once again, your taste and his taste now mixing.

ryul motioned you to rest on the pillows, positioning himself in between your legs. he reached over his bedside table, grumbling as he remembered he didn’t have any spare condoms. that’s what he was looking for earlier.

“look.. noona, i don’t have condoms left,” he said, resting on his hands on either side of your hips. his eyes traveled from your eyes, to your nose, to your lips, then back to your eyes. he seemed to give you a choice without openly saying what they were.

you cupped his cheek gently, pinching at it. “don’t worry about it, ryul. you can pull out, can’t you?”

you watched ryul’s lips pull into a smirk, his head bobbed in a nod before leaning to press his lips against yours. his hands rested on your hips, pulling you gently and closer to him. the kiss breaks, and ryul begins positioning himself right against your entrance.

he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times to serve as a warm up. you noticed him scrunch his face, asking, “i really hate to ask but you’ve done it before, right? i mean..”

you let out a giggle, “yes, i have. you have as well, it seems.”

ryul lowers himself down just a bit, his leaking tip pressed against yours slick. he slowly pushed in, groaning at the warm yet tight sensation of your cunt wrapping around his sensitive tip. “y-yeah.. but i’ll be the only guy you can fuck from now on. don’t look at anyone else, alright?”

ryul slid all the way in with ease, partially amazed at how slick and slippery you were just for him. your gasp sent a chill down his spine, fingers finding one another and intertwining as support. ryul adjusted himself slightly on his knees, a soft groan leaving his lips as he felt the tiniest pressure of you clamping around his cock. “tell me when to move… please..”

ryul became whiny, his voice was softer as he desperately moved his hips just a tiny bit for some sort of friction inside you. though, you found how eager he is to fuck you so endearing and cute. you let the stillness in you drag on for a second longer, to which ryul huffed in frustration. “can i move now, please..? please… i wanna fuck you so bad, noona..”

as soon as you nodded, ryul’s shoulders rolled back and the grip on your hips tightened. it started off slow, getting used to his length and thickness but it didn’t take long until ryul found a good consistency.

he slid in and out so easily, it was making your head spin in spirals. his eyebrows knitted together, hips snapping into yours with great force. his room was now filled by your moans, his name spilling out of your mouth like a prayer, and your skins making lewd sounds together.

ryul’s hips were beginning to stutter, halting every once in a while. this kept pushing back your orgasm, each edge earned him a cry. “ryul…” you whined, gripping the sheets on your side.

he smirked, hips now rolling into yours. ryul leaned down, lips hovering over the shell of your ear. “d’you wanna cum..? should i let you?”

his relentless teasing and slow thrusts was driving you insane, you couldn’t help but wrap your trembling legs around his waist. a groan escaped ryul’s throat, his cock now buried even deeper inside.

ryul props himself up, steadying himself before thrusting himself faster. the bed began to creak, all you knew to say was ryul’s name, and he gloated in it. you could feel your high coming at an intense speed, ryul noticed the way you were clenching around him.

“cum,” ryul commanded, his hips now becoming sloppy and his grip on you was beginning to slide. he helped you push over the edge, a loud moan erupting from your throat as your back arched. the orgasm was intense, moans spilling like a prayer as ryul continues to fuck into you to let you ride it out. “fuck.. fuck..”

as soon as you’ve calmed down, ryul adjusted his stance and kept thrusting, chasing his own high. his hips were sloppy, his low groans turned into soft moans.

“shit..” he swore under his breath, pulling his cock out from your warm and overstimulated cunt and pumping himself onto your stomach. his cum spurted all over your glistening skin, moaning your name as he does so. ryul took a moment to admire his creation; you so incredibly fucked out underneath him, skin painted with his cum.

he laid beside you, grabbing your hand and pressing a soft kiss on the back of it. ryul turned your face over to him, a kiss planted right on your parted lips.

“thank you for giving me a chance.”

his hair grew longer, fringe covering his eyes, he spoke out more. his style in clothes changed, too. ohyul had grown - granted, he had always been taller, but he was more toned. he was more confident, sure of himself. but to you, he didn’t need all of that - he was already handsome in your eyes.

prior to this, ohyul didn’t have as much sexual experience with you. he expressed that it wasn’t because he wasn’t sexually attracted to you, he was extremely attracted to you. every time he worked up the courage to make the first move, he chickened out. he worried you’d think he was doing a bad job.

except every night, he’d touch himself to the thought of you. everything you did would turn him on, his gears would turn each time you were with him. he used to hate how impure his thoughts were, knowing he couldn’t get himself to make a move on you. he’d go home every night, a picture of you in his phone on his left hand, his cock in his right hand and that was all he would do.

he never made it known that he’d have these thoughts of you. he thought that you didn’t want anything to do with him, continuing with his romantic gestures of taking you out on dates, holding your hand and kissing you. ohyul thought they were embarrassing, and that you’d shame him for thinking of you in such a way.

he noticed the way you looked at him. disbelief that he had changed so much over the years that you and him were together, but he could see the way your eyes lingered a second longer on his body. it sent shivers down his spine and insanely nasty scenarios were making his head dizzy.

“i’ll melt if you keep staring, baby,” he muttered, a small smile on his lips. his words made you snap out of your intense stare, and he liked the way your cheeks blushed when he called you out on it. “it’s okay… i like it.”

ohyul was the type to say things outright, but still having it worded right. he was straightforward, communication came easy with him. he preferred you to tell him what was wrong instead of beating around the bush. but something about him like this… makes you wonder.

“oh, i’m sorry,” you said to him, cheeks and ears still burning up. you looked from his gaze, the embarrassment was practically eating you alive. ohyul snaked his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze once more. he was smirking down at you. “ohyul..”

“yeah?” he replied, the smirk still on his plump pink lips. his head tilted to the side, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips. all you needed to do was to allow him, and he’ll pounce on you. “is this too much for you, baby?”

you shook your head, cheeks and ears still hot. his actions were making your head extremely dizzy. where did he learn all this? there’s nithing wrong with it at all, usually he was romantic and sweet. there was something in him that was different - a flame you weren’t familiar with. but you wanted to explore it… would that be wrong?

“say it,” ohyul continued, his hand moved from your chin, trailing down your shoulder, your waist… your hips. his fingers clasped around the soft flesh, groaning softly. “i’ll make you feel good.. please..”

the desperation in his voice was like music to your ears, soft but lustful. his hands were gripping you in the right ways, earning him a soft moan escaping your lips. your lewd sounds were what ohyul had been dreaming of all these years. all the times he had chickened out now felt like it was all worth the wait.

“more,” he demanded, yet his voice was soft, feather-like on your skin. his grip on you tightened, breath fanning over your lips hotly. “i wanna hear more of you, baby.”

your head was starting to spin at the overwhelming demand from ohyul, and you simply couldn’t process any more with the way he was kissing on your neck, his hands gripping at your thighs and how you could feel how hot his breath is. on top of that, you could feel him, pressing on you harder and harder as each second passing by.

“i’ve..” ohyul murmured against your skin, pulling away just enough to stare into your eyes. they were dark, hungry and eager for you. it was almost scary, almost unrecognizable. “been waiting for this - for you - for a long… long time, baby..”

he moved his hands from your thighs, cupping your hands and pressing his lips right into your palms. he nuzzled his face right up against them, eyes soft as he looked at you again. “just one word… and i’ll make you feel really really good… please..”

who were you to deny his request to make you feel good?

here and there, you’d get teased for your close friendship with ryul. of course, it wasn’t like the two of you hung out every day and every hour of the day. ryul had his own set of friends - ohyul, woojin, and louis. the four of them were like duplicates of ryul. you got along with them well.

you’d get comments like “ryul is playing the long game”, “when are you going to get with ryul?”. all of them were met with the same answer,

“we’re just friends.”

a part of you hated saying that, but the rational side of you thinks it’s better to say it how it is rather than be deluded by what other people say about you and your friend, ryul. throughout your school years, you’d develop a crush on him, hoping he’d feel the same way. often times, he acted like you were only a friend to him - and that was it.

relationships had come and go for you, complaining about each and every one about them to ryul at night after dinner on sundays. he was attentive, listened well and reacted accordingly. “that’s stupid,” he’d say.

“but if i were him, i’d act straight,” he once said to you. his statement caught you off guard, “you bring a lot to the table, you know? i wouldn’t mess that up if i were your boyfriend.”

his words repeated in your head for days after that. you made a grave mistake of not asking him to elaborate any further when he had said them, forever kicking yourself mentally. though if he never did use that window to confess his undying love for you at the time, then maybe he never had feelings to begin with?

on the other hand, ryul had the most intense crush on you - he was just surprisingly good at hiding it behind his blank face and unwavering gaze. behind closed doors (the boys’ groupchat), he freaked out a lot. if you had to look up your name in the groupchat, your name would pop up a million times over.

ryul was sociable, easy to talk to and he carried conversations well. that was an enjoyable trait with ryul, you didn’t have to worry about the conversation dying throughout the day.

you’ve studied the way he interacted with people, he spoke to them well. his voice was raspy, deep… you could listen to him talk all day. his eye contact was strong - but sometimes it’d make you sad when he doesn’t hold the same intense contact with you.

ryul was the type to stare at you when you weren’t looking. he always found himself admiring you from across the room, laughing and talking with your friends, focusing on your work. you never did look at him when his eyes were on you. he wanted you to.

“but it should be easy,” ryul said to the classmate he was talking to. they had come up to him to ask him a couple questions about the homework, explaining that it was a little difficult to understand. “text me if you need help, still.”

his classmate left, leaving just you and ryul once more. immediately after that, he returned to his homework for civil engineering. it was always like this, but lately it had been driving you crazy at the lack of goofing around from ryul.

“ryul,” you called for him. he hummed in response, putting his pencil down to look up at you with a blank expression on his face. his eyes caught you off guard, your breath hitching for a split second. “i.. i have a question.”

“yeah?” he replied, his full attention shifting from his work to you completely. noticing this made you shift in your seat, swallowing the lump in your throat. since when did he make you… nervous?

“do you not fuck with me?” you asked. this question made ryul’s eyebrows knit together. admittedly, the question could’ve been worded properly, but it was the only way you could get your question across to him.

“what do you mean?” he asked, leaning closer. the gap between you and ryul had gotten smaller, his eyes squinted slightly as he tried to make sense of your question. “why do you think i don’t like you?”

“i don’t know,” you muttered, fingers toying with the black ink pen sitting on top of your notebook. you could feel ryul’s gaze on you, making you shift uncomfortably in your seat. finding the right words to say to him, your eyes trail back up to him. “i just… you don’t look at me the way you look at other people.”

ryul blinked at this, still trying to make sense of your words. how does he look at other people? surely not with love and adoration, right? had he been staring at them like that? the image of ryul looking at other people the way he would at you when you’re not looking sent shivers down his spine. it was scary for him.

“i do look at you,” he finally replied, his gaze now averting from yours and down at his notebook. his fingers twiddled together, awaiting your response.

his response made your eyes narrow at him. surely, he was ragebaiting you. never did you ever catch him staring at you. if that were the case, this conversation wouldn’t be happening. “no, you don’t.”

“yes, i do,” ryul retaliated, a small smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. “i do it when you’re not looking.”

the revelation of him only looking at when you’re not looking was somehow a relief. still, it made you frown, eyebrows furrowed together. “what? ryul, that’s kind of creepy.”

“what? no, it’s not,” he defended, scoffing slightly. his smirk was now a full smile, like he was bantering with you and only pissing you off on purpose - as he always did. “that’s how it’s done, it just… embarrassingly, it took a long time but i made it, right?”

“no!” you said, fighting back the smile creeping up your lips. ryul had always been an interesting specimen, you never really knew how his mind worked. but that was his charm, everything that came out of his mouth was a somewhat pleasant surprise each time. “that’s not how it- you fuck with me, then, right?”

this sent ryul into a laughing fit, “yes, i thought i established that.”

a sigh escaped your lips, head shaking as you smiled at him. he was a goofy guy, and that was one thing you really liked about him.

before you could respond, ryul added, “why do you think i stayed single all this time?”

you managed to race keisuke to his own house after school — that was hours ago. school ended at 5:30 pm, and the clock had already hit 7:35 in the night. you’ve read two volumes of the mangas sitting on his shelves and still, no keisuke.

you got up from his bed, feeling a slight defeat in your chest when you’ve realized he wasn’t going to show up; who knows what he’s been up to lately. this wasn’t the first time it’s happened, keisuke has been coming home late every night after school. every time you bring it up to him, you always catch him and chifuyu exchanging glances before giving you a smile, reassuring you that he was up to nothing.

gathering your things, you turned off his lampshade before heading towards the door. before you could turn the doorknob, the window started to jiggle. only a small area of his room was lit up by the moonlight, you were in the darker corners of the room so whoever the perpetrator was couldn’t see you.

you backed up into the wall, making sure you were concealed in the darkness. it felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, just from seeing the figure outside the window jiggle and smack on the window pane. they were getting frustrated due to the window not budging open.

“oh fuck,” you thought. “i’m gonna die here?” it wasn’t like you could look around for a weapon without knocking everything over. yeah, it was over for you.

suddenly the window flew open. a sound came from the figure, it was like a grunt. followed by thuds and objects being knocked over, the figure finally set foot on the floor — it was a quiet step. though it didn’t sound like the perpetrator was sneaking around the room, the pattern of the steps weren’t a normal pace either. they were limping.

“fuckin’ hell,” the perpetrator whispered under their breath. they were standing by keisuke’s bed, full view of the figure that had just broke into keisuke’s room. they were slim, no silhouette of clothing clinging on their body. it almost looked like they were wearing a full body suit, covering head to toe.

you see them reach to their head and rip off the head piece, followed by a series of pants from their mouth. long hair cascades past the shoulders, they reach over to the lampshade and flip the switch on it.

flinching from the sudden brightness, you closed your eyes to let them adjust to the change of lighting. as you slowly open them, in front of you stood the familiar red and blue suit. cobweb-like design wrapping around the legs, a black spider symbol embedded on the chest. your eyes slowly roll up to the perpetrator’s face; it was keisuke.

“keisuke!?” you gasped. in your mind flashed the news about the vigilante taking out small time criminals running rampant and causing trouble in your neighborhood. nobody knew the identity of the vigilante, and often you’d talk about the guy to keisuke in class. who would’ve even thought that this fucker was him? “wait, wait, wait. you’re—”

“shh! damn, you don’t know how to shut the fuck up,” keisuke hissed. swiftly, he turned to close the window and rip the curtains over it. he gestured for you to sit on his bed, so you did. you studied his face, slightly banged up with bruises on his cheekbones and a small cut on his lip. he must’ve gotten busy earlier. “my mom doesn’t know so keep your voice down.”

keisuke’s eyes were fixated on his suit-cladded hands, opening and closing them as he sat up to face you to begin telling his story. “do you want me to start at the very beginning of how i became…” he gestured to himself. “this?”

you nodded. “please.”

keisuke took a deep breath, his eyes rolling up to the ceiling as he tried to remember how and when he became the neighborhood’s vigilante. it was difficult to remember as he had gotten himself into multiple altercations after he became the superhero, a lot has happened since then. “i was eating soba with chifuyu after school. in a subway station? yeah, we watched the subways pass by sometimes. we’d make fun of people coming in and out of the subways, ‘cuz some of them look funny. then i asked if he wanted to go into the pathways. initially — you know how chifuyu is — initially he didn’t want to.”

“i wouldn’t want to either,” you commented, a small smile forming on your lips as keisuke rolled his eyes at you playfully. “sorry, continue.”

“before you rudely interrupted me— where was i— oh, we went further down. it started stinking like hell so we thought we were getting closer to the sewage. it was gross as fuck, i’m not taking you down there ever— so we were chilling, right?” keisuke often got distracted mid-conversation and it was always funny watching him put himself back on track. “my hand was supporting myself ‘cuz i was sitting and i felt a sting on the back of it— see?” he showed you his hand but you merely looked at him in disbelief when you realized he was trying to show you his hand all while he was still in his suit.

keisuke sighed before getting up and turning his back to you. he began undressing the top half of his suit, leaving his torso completely bare before shoving his bitten hand right up your face. you didn’t have the time to study how chiseled his torso has gotten— or has he always been this jacked?

“when i got bit by that bitchass spider, i told chifuyu we should go home. my stomach felt really… queasy. felt drowsy and all i wanted to do was fall asleep in bed.”

keisuke sat down on his bed and leaned back until his head hit the plush blanket covering his unkept bed. his hand raised over his face, he sighed gently before letting his hand fall on his side. “woke up the next day and i felt… invincible? i could hear everything, feel everything— it made me feel alive! then i thought, maybe i could do something good about this crazy power of mine.”

all you could do was listen to him yap and yap away through the night. he was clearly passionate about his newfound interest. or career… would it be a career? before you knew it, it was already midnight. “i should head home, keisuke, it’s late.”

“wait!” keisuke said, jumping up from his bed. he grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to the window he had just busted in. he reached over to open the clasp keeping it closed, stepping up to it before turning to you with his mask in his hand. “i’ll take you home. trust, it’ll be fun!”

you blinked at him. “wait what-”

“come.” he pulled his mask over his head. at this point, he wasn’t wearing his suit anymore. he changed into a grey oversized hoodie with grey sweatpants. “hopefully, nobody recognizes me in this. everyone has this outfit, right?”

“yeah, i think s— KEISUKE!”