“Yeah I do! What about you?” The question leaves your mouth instinctively, your eyes widened. “Not that you have to tell me! I know you don’t want people knowing who you are, given the mask and all.” The words rush out of your mouth, your face is hot as you look down at the ground. 

Spider-Man looks at you, a wide smile on his face underneath the mask. You can hear a chuckle coming from him, it gives you enough courage to glance at him. 

“I do,” is all he says. You nod, biting your tongue before you could ask what he was majoring in. He's thankful you don't ask any further questions, afraid he'd stupidly give you all the information you'd need to unmask him just for a chance to spend more time with you. The conversation flows easily, soft giggles coming from the two of you when he admits how long it took him to properly swing around the city. 

“I fell on my ass too many times to count the first week” he laughs, “but after a while it just kinda made sense.” You’re nodding along to his words, turning the corner into your apartment complex. The sight of your building nearing has your heart falling a bit.

“This is me,” you smile, jingling the keys in your hand before unlocking your front door. “Thank you for walking me, I felt a lot safer,” you can only hope the sincerity in your voice peaks through enough to show your gratitude to the superhero. 

“Of course, what else is a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man good for?” You could hear the smile in his voice, it makes your stomach flip. 

“Be safe out there Spider-Man! You never know when I need you to walk me home again” you laugh.

“Say the words and I’ll be there,” he replies, a hand over his heart as he takes a couple steps back, waving goodnight. It's only seconds later you hear a ‘thwip,’ and a  ‘woosh’ before he's out of sight . 

If today was any indication for the school year, maybe you’d have a shot for a great semester. The small smile on your face only fades when you check the time, had it taken that long to walk back home? 

Satoru couldn’t stop himself from humming along to his music, giggling as he lands with a soft thud on the fire escape of his apartment, making his way in through the window before he’s taking his mask off, sighing softly. 

“You should really go grocery shopping,” the familiar voice has him jumping, turning his head quickly and coming face to face with his best friend. 

“You should stop breaking into my apartment!” Satoru quips back, relaxing a bit in the familiar company and scenery of his home. 

“It's not breaking in when you gave me a key,” Suguru grins, already taking the last soda from the fridge and opening it, taking a swig as he walks back to the couch. 

“Technically I didn't, you and Shoko took that liberty upon yourselves” he pouts, struggling to unzip the back of his suit. 

“You should be grateful we did,” Shoko rounds the corner. Satoru would have been startled had he not felt her presence after he'd spotted Suguru,  “or else you would’ve been dead after the ferry incident.” She's helping Satoru unzip his suit silently, a small ‘thank you’ falling from the superhero’s lips.

“Yeah, whatever,” he grumbles. “What are you guys even doing here?” Satoru asks, shrugging the suit off his shoulders and slipping on a hoodie and shorts before heading to the kitchen where the other two now were. 

The empty fridge stares back at him mockingly, one tomato, a half empty jar of grape jelly, two buzzballs and exactly three string cheese sticks. He really did have to go grocery shopping.

“Well we wanted to get dinner together before the start of the semester,” Shoko sighs, taking the coke from Suguru's hand and taking a sip, “but we all know the only thing that’s open this late.”

“There's nothing wrong with Antonio’s pizza!” Satoru and Suguru say in unison, both of them pouting with their arms crossed. Shoko can’t help but roll her eyes at her friend's antics.

“What were you so smiley about by the way?” Suguru asks, the three friends filing out of the small apartment, Satoru locks it before stuffing his key in his front pocket. He only shrugs his shoulders, shaking his head and trying his best to act nonchalant.

“Smiley? I wasn’t smiley” he replies, Shoko can’t help but stifle a laugh. 

“You're a terrible liar for someone with an alter ego.” 

Two days later you’re hopping off the bus, headphones on as you walk towards your first class of the day. You weren’t excited for the new semester, especially not when the sun was beating down on you and making you sweat on your cross campus walks from lecture to lecture. The nerves in your stomach settled as you sat through your first lecture, grateful to have found a familiar face in the large lecture hall. 

As the lecture finishes you realize the twenty minute intervals between class was much too short for you to make it from west campus all the way to north campus in time for your organic chemistry lecture. 

“What class do you have after this?” Utahime asks you, the two of you hopping on the bus to head back to main campus. 

“I’ve got second semester organic chemistry” you groan, “I’m manifesting it’s better than last semester,” there’s little hope in your voice as your friend pats your shoulder. 

“Oh, that class made me quit pre-med actually!” Utahime is smiling at you widely, “but I’m sure you’ll do great,” there’s little reassurance in her voice and sympathy in her eyes as you both burst into muffled giggles, shaking your head as you focus on your phone. 

There's pictures of Spider-Man popping up on your feed, and you can’t help but think back to how utterly charming he was. You felt silly, it was one interaction and you were almost certain he acted like that with every person he helped. You pushed your thoughts to the back of your mind, what were the odds you’d ever interact with him again anyway?

By the time you reach your lecture room there’s only a couple empty seats scattered throughout the room, most people seated with friends or already making conversations with soon to be study partners. You're grateful the classroom is set up with the entrance near the back as the two empty seats catch your eye, shuffling into the row and excusing yourself as you walk past your fellow classmates, accidentally bumping legs, laptops and backpacks along the way. What genius decided to make the rows so close together?

After a string of ‘excuse me’s and ‘sorry’s, you finally settle into your seat, pulling out your tablet and opening up the class syllabus, taking your headphones out only when you see the professor move from his desk. 

“Okay, it's about time we got started!” the man smiles, “I’m Dr. Yaga and I’ll be your professor for organic chemistry two, I'm sure you’re all thrilled to be here.” The sarcasm in his voice is enough to elicit a soft chuckle from the entire class. 

You’re listening intently as he talks about expectations and grading, your attention only tearing away slightly when the door creaks open and you hear shuffling from next to you. 

“Sorry, ‘scuse me, can I- sorry” the whispers make you look up, moving your backpack closer to you so the stranger could sit comfortably in the seat next to you. 

“Is this seat taken?” The soft voice makes you tear your gaze from the professor, your eyes meeting the most beautiful blue ones you’d ever seen covered by snowy white bangs. 

“No,” you whisper, face already heating up from the sight of the boy settling in next to you. 

“Awesome, thanks,” he grins, voice a bit more hushed as he pulls out a beat up notebook and ballpoint pen. 

His stark white hair is a bit messy, and you can only assume it’s from the skateboard he propped against the wall before he fought his way into the row. You're trying to not let your eyes wander, instead zoning back into whatever your professor was talking about next. 

“-is very very hard, and the only you’ll succeed is practice, hard work and more practice,” he smiles, flipping to the next slide, “which is why I make it mandatory to have a study buddy or study group!” 

There's a sea of whispers throughout the class as you bite your lip, the boy next to you frowning a bit as he reads the slide. 

“This assignment is an easy way to get points; all you have to do is send me the name or names of your buddies, their major and a fun fact about them!” There’s a smile on his face as he switches slides. “Many of my past students have told me their study groups really helped them, and some have even ended up dating their study partners so take that as you will,” there's scattered laughter as he continues on going over the syllabus, finishing with 20 minutes left of lecture. 

“That is everything I have for you guys today, feel free to stay and make those study groups now or get home early!” 

Before you can even begin packing your things, the guy next to you is turning to face you, a small smile on his face as he speaks up. 

 “I’m Satoru by the way.” 

You’re closing your tablet and putting it in your backpack as you give him a kind smile in return, “I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you!” 

Satoru gives you a small nod, “did I miss anything the first few minutes? I got caught up with something this morning and lost track of time” he chuckled softly. 

You’re shaking your head, “not really, just the usual introduction and ‘you need to work hard’ spiel.” Satoru is smiling at you and nodding along. 

“Okay cool, thank you so much!” he smiles, debating on asking if he’s seen you anywhere else, but he bites his tongue as he recalls two nights ago. Fate is a silly thing, and man, does it have a sense of humor. You’re the same late night convenience store person he walked home.

“By the way, did you have any study bud-” by the time he’s looking up from his backpack you’re already halfway out the door. He wants to hurry and catch up to you, but he decides against it, figuring he’ll ask you on Wednesday if he gets to sit next to you again. 

Your heart is racing as you walk out of the classroom, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the cool winter air hits your face. There's only one thing on your mind as you walk to your bus stop, and it’s not what you were gonna have for breakfast. Instead your thoughts were plagued by a tall man with snowy white hair and striking blue eyes. The slight familiarity in his voice irked you as you struggled to place him, racking your brain for where you could've possibly heard him. There was no way in hell you'd forget a face like that. 

A part of you knew the odds of ever sitting next to him again were low, especially since you’d only spoken a couple words to him, but you held onto the hope. Maybe there’d be a seat open next to you again, and a certain white haired guy would sit there once again. 

When you finally get home to your apartment you sink into your couch, letting out a small sigh. Your next class wasn’t until your 6:30 lab, silently cursing yourself from the past, you let your eyes shut. 

The rest of your classes this semester didn't seem horrible, having picked out easier courses to balance out with your chemistry class. 

The day seemed to go by slowly, and you’d managed to knock out some assignments early for your other classes, already putting exam and due dates into your planner before having to head out for your lab. 

Satoru cursed himself for not waking up in time for his registration last semester, especially as he made his way to the chemistry building again, this time for his 6:30 lab. What could possibly be so important about organic chemistry that they just had to have labs during the first week. 

All his complaints seem to evaporate from his mind when he walks into the lab room, his eyes almost instantly landing on you, too engrossed in your phone to notice the 6’3 man walking over to you.

“Is this seat taken?” he asks, a grin on his face when you look up at him with wide eyes. 

There’s no way, you think to yourself. There was absolutely no fucking way that the cute boy from lecture just so happened to have the same lab section as you, and was sitting next to you here too. 

You shake your head. “You say that a lot,” you joke,  watching as he pulls the stool next to you out. 

“And you seem to always have an open seat for me,” he replies, watching as you stifle a giggle from falling from your lips. 

“I’m just a very welcoming person I guess,” Satoru only hums in agreement, a small smile on his face. 

“Did you find a study group? I was gonna ask earlier but you left before I had the chance” he chuckles, and you can feel the warmth rising onto your cheeks at his words. 

“Sorry” you smiled sheepishly, “but no I haven’t, I don't really know many people in there honestly.” Satoru grins at you and nods in agreement, mentioning something about how getting there late didn’t help with first impressions much either. 

Your conversation is cut short as the lab instructor begins talking, going over general rules, safety and expectations that the university makes them cover. 

“All you guys have to do is finish this safety quiz and you’re free to go.” The words make everyone perk up a bit, immediately starting on the quiz as soon as it’s handed to you. Satoru finishes before you do, handing it to the TA and walking out the door. A part of you deflates a bit, wishing that he would’ve finished at the same time as you so you could talk a bit more. 

As you turn in your quiz and make your way out, you’re shocked to see the much taller man with his back against the wall, a smile on his face when he sees you exiting the lab. 

“I hope it’s okay I waited for you, I wanted to ask if you wanted to be study buddies.” You know you have a stupid smile on your face, that fact makes you even more flustered.  

“No worries,” you grin, “yeah that’d be nice.” The two of you walk down the hall and towards the elevator. “Just a fair warning though, I’m absolute shit at chem,” you laughed, "I barely passed inorganic and ochem one.” 

Satoru is laughing alongside you as you both enter the elevator, “no worries, that’s what study groups are for right?” His tone of reassurance makes your heartbeat skip a bit, clearing your throat a bit and nodding. The sound of the elevator ding makes you let out a small breath. 

“D’you live off campus?” you ask, the two of you opening the front doors, warm afternoon breeze hitting the two of you. 

“Yeah, what about you?” He knew the answer, well Spider-Man knew the answer, but he tried his best to act oblivious. 

“Off campus,” you reply, “do you take the bus or drive?” you look up at him, the golden light of the sunset hitting his honey skin. 

“I drive. Parking usually isn’t too bad on north campus when I get here,” his heart drops when he realizes he’s just ruined his whole plan.

“You park on north campus? Isn't it back that way?” you ask, brows a bit furrowed as you stop in your tracks. 

Satoru can’t stop the pink dusting his cheeks and the burning in his ears as he chuckles softly, “oh is it? I must've gotten my directions mixed up! First day and all.”

“We had lecture in the same building this morning though,” you state, a smile playing on your lips as you watch him scramble for an answer. 

“I mean- it’s just-” he sighs before smiling, looking at you through his lashes, “is it weird if I said I wanted to make sure you got home safe?” 

You smile at him, starting to walk again. Satoru quickly follows your steps. “I think that’s sort of sweet actually” you reply, “but I mean we did only meet today, so I am a bit weary of your intentions,” you tease, turning to look at him with a lifted brow. 

Satoru's eyes widened at your words, holding his hands up in defense, “no! oh my god I promise my intentions are only to court you into being my study buddy,” heart beating a bit faster when you laugh loudly at his words. 

“Court me? Are you a bird of paradise or from the 1600’s?” The smile on your lips has Satoru playing along, a finger on his chin as he thinks. 

“Bird of paradise, definitely.” 

After a couple more minutes of walking you’re finally at your bus stop, waving goodbye to the snowy haired man as you board the bus. Satoru’s walking away with the biggest smile on his face, ready to text you to have a good night when his smile drops and he stops in his tracks. 

He forgot to get your number. 

“How do you manage to forget to ask for their number again?” Suguru asks, laughing as he watches his best friend worm his way into the infamous white and blue spandex. 

Satoru frowns, fiddling with the webshooters on his wrist before finally clicking them into place, “The conversation was really good and time just got away from me,” he mumbled, “plus it was like a ten minute walk and I don't want them thinking I’m a weirdo or something.” 

“Dude, you were bitten by a radioactive spider, can stop a bus with your bare hands and have an infinity surrounding your body at will.” Suguru hands him the small in-ear piece and pats his shoulder, “totally not weird!” 

“You're a terrible best friend, you know that?”

“Sure I am,” Suguru teases, “if I was so terrible would I be your guy in the chair?”

“I thought we left that in high school!” Satoru whines, his mask half on his head, white hair peeking out from underneath it. 

“We are never leaving that behind,” Suguru laughs before adding on, “just ask them for it tomorrow when you guys have lecture again. Have a great Tuesday night, Spider-Man!”

Satoru can’t help but smile as he pulls his mask down to fully cover his face, crawling out the window and onto the fire escape, looking around before swinging into action. 

It's a calm night consisting of helping cats out of trees and stopping corner store robberies; the usual. He's sitting atop a building, listening for signs of anything when he spots you, walking alone once again. 

It’s not until he’s swinging down and landing on top of the lamp post ahead of you that he realizes what he’s doing. 

“You really like walking alone at night, don’t you?” he asks, watching as you jump slightly, smiling when you realize it’s him. 

“I especially do now that I have a friendly neighborhood hero keeping me safe,” you grin. 

“And how do you know I’ll always be here to protect you?” he replies, jumping down from the lamp post, landing only a couple feet away from you with a soft ‘thud.’

“You're here now, aren’t you?” bright eyes looking at him through his mask, and for a second he’s worried you see right through this façade of his. “Also I ran out of milk and I had already poured myself a bowl of cereal,” you laugh. 

“So you walked all the way out here to get some milk for cereal,” he clarifies, walking in step with you, chuckling as you hum in agreement. 

A comfortable silence fills the air for a while, city sounds wrapping the two of you in a bubble as you continue your way home. 

“How come you didn’t just go to the convenience store you went to last time? This one’s so much further” he asks, watching as you switch the carton of milk to your other hand.

“They didn’t have milk, and this was the next closest store,” switching the carton back to your other hand as your arm grew tired again. 

“Here I can carry it,” Spider-Man says, reaching his hand out and motioning to the carton of milk. 

“Huh? Oh no it’s fine really!” you protest, not putting up much of a fight when he takes it from your hand, smiling when you let out a small sigh of relief.

“So, is it true you can stop a bus with your bare hands?” you ask after a beat of silence. 

You can tell he’s lifting his brows up, and you can hear the smile in his voice as he replies with a small nod. 

“Yeah, part of the whole spider thing,” he chuckles, “did you think those videos online were fake or something?” 

You pray to any higher being that he can't hear your heartbeat spiking, shaking your head and immediately apologizing.

“No! Oh my god no I would never discredit you! In fact I’m a Spider-Man fan! I defend you online!” You chuckle nervously, the grass looked very interesting suddenly.

“I was kidding!” the masked hero laughs, “no need to get yourself doxxed for little ol’ spidey.” 

You can’t help but let out a small chuckle, “did you just refer to yourself in the third person?” 

Spider-Man is quick to let out a small huff of air, you’re sure he’s pouting beneath his mask. 

“I walk you home late at night and this is what I get? It really is a thankless job…” he trails off, only looking back at you when he hears you scoff and soft laughter. “How is your semester so far?” 

Satoru sees you perk up a bit, it makes him bite back a smile as he listens to you talk about your lectures and professors. 

“- also I’m taking ochem two which I’m dreading, but I made a friend there already and I think he’s gonna make it bearable” the smile on your face has Satoru wanting to do summersaults on the spot. 

“What about you? If I can ask,” you watch him shift the milk from one hand to the other. 

“It's going great so far actually, profs seem cool, classes seem as interesting as they can be, and I’m hoping to talk to this person in one of my classes some more.” 

You try your best to hold back the surprise that’s evident on your face, “Spider-Man has a crush?” you gasp, smiling as he stops, setting your gallon of milk down. 

“You know what, I think the city is safe enough,” he sighs, turning on his heel and walking away. 

“Okay sorry! Is the hero life too intense for love?” you tease, picking up the gallon of milk and staring at his back. You’d never noticed the smaller details of the hero’s famous suit, taking in the stitching details as he stops in his tracks. 

Satoru tenses slightly at your question. Was it too intense? Why would he drag someone else he cared about into this life?

You lean slightly closer to him, admiring the web design before stumbling backwards when he turns around abruptly. You look at him, about to speak up when he takes the milk from your hands. 

“Oh please, the hero life isn’t what’s holding me back,” he shrugs, “in fact the hero life gives me more chances, actually,” he nods. 

“Oh really?” you ask, an amused look on your face as the masked man nods along. 

“Really! People dig the whole hero thing. I’m surprised you haven’t tried to hit on me yet,” your face flushes red, rolling your eyes at him in an attempt to seem unaffected. 

“I’ve got to be insane to think about hitting on someone like Spider-Man of all people,” eyes widening when you realize how your words may come off. “Not that it’s a bad thing to be Spider-Man! or like Spider-Man! What I mean is you’re great and I’d totally hit it- hit on you and-” you cut yourself off with a small groan and nervous laughter. 

“You're great, and I'm sure you’d be a great partner, but I think a superhero like you is way out of my league,” your voice is much calmer and your message much clearer this time. 

Satoru can’t help but want to laugh at how utterly wrong you were. 

As your apartment complex comes into view he can’t help but feel a bit disappointed as the conversation comes to an end, wishing you goodnight and to stay safe. 

“Oh and for the record, I’m not out of your league,” he says, leaving you outside your apartment, the recognizable ‘thwip’ fading as he swings further and further away. 

You’re starstruck at his statement, hands a bit shaky as you open your apartment door, a goofy smile on your face as you pour milk into your bowl full of cereal. 

The bus is never on schedule. You should’ve left class five minutes earlier to catch an empty bus and  avoid the ocean of students also struggling to get to class on time. It was a bit embarrassing really, walking into lecture slightly out of breath and sweaty, scrambling to find a seat. 

Satoru’s ears perked up the second you entered the building, holding himself back from staring at the door until you finally walked in. He removes his backpack from the seat he'd been saving next to him, turning around and making eye contact with you, smiling and motioning for you to come sit. 

“Sleep through your first lecture?” he whispers, a sly smile on his face as you roll your eyes, taking out your tablet and trying to catch up on the notes. 

“The bus was late,” you whisper back, finally finding what they were talking about and diligently taking notes. Satoru hummed in acknowledgement, continuing to doodle in the corner of his notebook. 

Class ended before you knew it, breathing a sigh of relief and frustration as you put your things away. Satoru had closed his notebook ten minutes before the lecture ended, simply listening to the professor speak and nodding along. 

“I can’t believe you don’t take notes” you remark, putting your backpack on as Satoru did the same, shrugging as he picks his skateboard up from next to the door. 

“It just makes sense to me,” he shrugs, “I’d get more distracted trying to write everything down than just listening to what he’s sayin’ anyway.” 

“Oh before I forget, did you already submit the study buddy thing? I know it’s due Friday but just in case” you smile, Satoru’s eyes go wide as he remembers. 

“I completely forgot we had to submit that! Do you wanna just do it now?” he asks, you check the time on your phone, nodding at him and making your way to a small bench, out of the way of the busy sidewalks. 

“So just name, major and fun fact right?” you ask, opening the file the professor had provided.

“Yup,” Satoru mumbles, opening the same file and looking at you. “Well I’m Satoru Gojo, nice to meet you,” he jokes, smiling when you let out a soft chuckle, “I’m majoring in biomedical sciences and fun fact about me,” he trails off a bit, humming as he thinks, "I love taking pictures,” he smiles.

“Oh? Freelance photographer Satoru?” you tease, bumping your shoulder with him, making him smile and look at the ground for a moment. 

“What about you?” he asks, “what’s your name again?” his brows furrowed, laughing when your mouth falls agape, “kidding!” he assures, showing you that he already had your first name typed out. 

You tell him your last name and major, smiling when he seems to take interest in your major, asking about the classes you take and your favorite aspects of it. 

“Fun fact about me? Oh god,” you groan, staring up at the tree the two of you were sitting under. “I make really good brownies but can’t make cookies for shit,” you laugh. 

Satoru can’t help but giggle, “really?” he asks, paying full attention to you as you laugh.

“I swear I’ve tried everything and they just don’t turn out right!” Satoru’s smiling at you, shaking his head. 

“I make pretty good cookies myself, not to brag,” he smirks, dusting his shoulder off as you roll your eyes at him. 

“I’ll be the judge of that,” you say, submitting the assignment and putting your phone in your back pocket. 

“Maybe I’ll send you my recipe,” Satoru replies, both of you standing up and walking in the direction of your bus stop. 

The two of you must’ve been talking for a while, seeing as though the twenty minute period between classes had almost passed. The once crowded sidewalks were now almost empty as you continued talking. 

“Well thank you for walking me to my bus stop, I hope the skate back to the north garage isn’t too bad” you grin, looking past him and seeing your bus arriving.

“Before I forget again!” he exclaims, setting his skateboard down and pulling a piece of paper haphazardly from his backpack along with a pen, scribbling on it before handing it to you.

“Here’s my number, in case you wanna text me, ochem or not.” He has a bashful smile on his face and his cheeks are pink, whether it’s from the walk or his recent actions you’re not sure, but you take the piece of paper from his hand and smile. 

“I’ll be sure to text you,” you smile, waving goodbye as you walk towards the bus. 

Satoru sighs out of relief, a giddy smile on his face as he picks up his skateboard and runs his fingers through his hair, putting on his headphones and adjusting his sunglasses over his eyes before going on his way. He closes his eyes for a second, relaxing as he uses his spider senses to guide himself on his skateboard rather than his eyes, letting them get much needed rest. 

No one would be able to tell his cerulean eyes were closed, not as he expertly avoided any passing pedestrians, crossing the street with ease before finally opening his eyes again and fishing for his car keys as he walked into the parking garage.

He checks his phone nervously, trying to ignore the disappointment he feels when there’s no recent notifications. His ears twitch a bit as he listens in on the police scanner, checking the time before turning his car on. 

His next class wasn’t for another four hours. What better way to kill time than by stopping crime?

The second you close your apartment door you burst into giggles, face flushing as you stare at the piece of paper in your hand. His handwriting wasn’t as messy as you expected it to be, neat and slightly cursive.

You’re typing the numbers into your phone quickly, setting your backpack down and sinking into your couch. Your thumbs dance over your keyboard as you bite your lip. What do you even say? 

You: hi :3

You delete the text quickly, the cursor blinking back at you. 

You: just got home! it’s y/n by the way :)

Too lame? Would he care if you even got home? 

Satoru meanwhile managed to snake his phone out of his suit pocket, landing on the roof of a building to check his notifications, frowning when there was still nothing from you. The fast approaching sirens pulled him out of his trance, quickly putting his phone away before shooting a web and chasing after the speeding trailer. 

“Really? A high speed chase on a Wednesday? Maybe it’s time to hang up the webs,” he grumbles to himself. The back of the trailer is open, with two men shooting at the cop cars chasing behind them. “I gotta get in close, if they keep this up bystanders’ll get shot,” he says to himself, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Satoru jumps up, shooting two webs on either side of the trailer and pulling himself forward, landing softly on the roof. Satoru feels the hair on his neck stand, immediately moving to the side and avoiding a bullet through the roof. He can’t help but roll his eyes. 

“Spider-Man, long time no see!” The masked criminal exclaims, peeking his head out from the trailer. 

“Any chance you have room for one more?” Satoru asks, moving to the side of the vehicle. One of the masked men leans out, pointing the gun directly at Satoru’s chest. He doesn’t waste time in tethering himself to the trailer's roof, swinging and kicking the man square in the chest, sending him flying out of the trailer and onto the sidewalk. 

The other masked criminal curses, reloading his gun when Satoru lands on the trailer's roof again, waiting for the man to peek his head out in an attempt to shoot him. Satoru waves when he finally does, shooting two webs onto the man’s shoulders and kicking himself off of him. The man lands on the windshield of an oncoming cop car. 

With a graceful flip he’s on top of the truck's cabin, sticking on the side. The driver aims his weapon at the masked hero, Satoru immediately webs the gun, pulling it out of his hands. The driver swerves in an attempt to shake the webslinger off. Satoru holds on tight, steadying himself before jumping off the vehicle, shooting a web through the rolled down window and pulling the man out. He aims one hand at the man, tethering him to a lamp post, while his other hand shoots a web at the unmanned trailer. He quickly shoots another one to the back, wrapping the webs around his wrists and planting his feet on the ground, grunting in exertion as the trailer comes to a stop inches away from another car. 

You’ve made a grilled cheese sandwich by now, phone locked as you focused on the YouTube video playing. You were definitely overthinking this way too much. 

You: its y/n :]

You send the message quickly, not giving yourself the chance to overthink as the message quickly says delivered. You're tossing your phone on the other side of the couch, pretending like you don’t care as you continue your show. 

Satoru shakes out his wrists, letting out a small huff as he stands up straight and acknowledges the police swarming the trailer, the other three suspects already placed in the back of  squad cars. 

“Nothing like a high speed chase to keep a guy busy between lectures,” he smiles, shooting a web onto a nearby building and swinging into the air, heading to his apartment building. . 

The short vibration in his pocket is enough to make him stop on a roof and fish out his phone. 

[1 new message from xxx-xxx-xxxx] 

xxx-xxx-xxxx: its y/n :]

Satoru smiles widely as he reads the message, locking his phone before running off the roof of a building, laughing as he swings through the air, finally landing on his building's fire escape, opening his apartment window and slipping in. 

He takes his mask off quickly, white strands of hair sticking in every direction. He doesn’t care how disheveled he looks as he taps your message, quickly replying. 

satoru (chem): and here I thought you were gonna leave me hanging

The buzzing of your phone has you reaching across the couch faster than you care to admit, smiling when you read Satoru’s text. 

You: noo i just got caught up making some food :P

You’re still nervous as you send the message, exiting out of the chat and anxiously awaiting the three dots to appear.

satoru (chem) : you just reminded me I need to go grocery shopping :( 

You can’t help but giggle a little, thinking for a moment before typing out your next text, feet swinging back and forth.

Satoru doesn’t bother taking his suit off before laying starfish across his floor, eyes closing for a second before they’re shooting open at the sound of a notification. 

y/n :3: please don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who has like one lemon and a buzzball in your fridge …

Satoru laughs out loud, cheeks rosy when he catches himself giggling at his phone. His stomach rumbles as he replies, the irony isn’t lost on him. 

satoru: grocery prices are out of control okay

Satoru sends the text quickly, unzipping his suit and grabbing fresh clothes from his dresser and hopping in the shower. The two of you continue to text as he heads to lecture, taking a seat in the back and mumbling a small ‘fuck’ as he realizes his phone was about to die. 

satoru (chem): lecture just started :( satoru (chem): I’ll text you after ?

Your heart jumps at the message, smiling even harder at his double texting.

You: sounds good :] 

satoru (chem): okay :D

You: pay attention !!

satoru (chem): :(

You: :]

Satoru is blushing a bit, clearing his throat softly before finally focusing on the lecture. 

You on the other hand were biting your bottom lip and giggling like a madman, calming yourself for a moment before checking social media. 

SPIDER-MAN SAVES THE DAY ONCE MORE: ENDS HIGH SPEED POLICE CHASE

Your mouth is open slightly as you watch shaky video footage of the masked hero breaking into the trailer and kicking the criminal out of the car, only for him to stop the car with his bare hands mere seconds later. The hero gives a quick wave to those around before disappearing into the city skyline. 

I wonder how his classes are going, you think, the last words he’d spoken to you rattle in your brain, you push the thoughts of him to the back of your mind. Running into him three times just seems impossible, right?

“sweetheart are you okay? where are you?” he tries to keep his voice calm, putting you on speaker and viewing your shared location.

“dunnooo,” you groan, “gonna sit.” you force your eyes open, stumbling as you find the curb of the sidewalk and sit, groaning when your mouth waters. “think ‘m gonna throw up,” you whimper, eyes tearing up as you swallow harshly. the feeling subsides as you stay as still as humanly possible.

“I’m on my way, just stay on the phone with me okay? will you do that for me?” peter is swinging at record speeds, making sharp turns and glancing at his phone to make sure you were still on the line.

you simply hum, slowly opening your eyes and staring blankly at the pair of scuffed shoes that had appeared in front of you.

“you’re not m’boyfriend,” you say simply, looking up at the man towering over you, he gives you a sly smile.

peter furrow his brows, about to speak when he hears a lower voice through the speaker.

“that’s alright pretty thing, he doesn’t need to know does he?” the voice makes you feel sicker than the alcohol in your system.

“sweets what’s going on? who is that?” Peter’s frantic voice cuts through your phone. you simply put your head back in your hand.

“i think this guys tryin’ t’ hit on me,” you mumble, hearing the man above you chuckle.

“cmon babe, I’ll take real good care of you,” he leans down, easily taking your phone from you drunken grasp and hanging up.

“sweetheart? hello?” peters heart rate spikes as the dial tone comes from his phone, anger flooding him as finally lands in the alley by where your phone was pinging.

“don’ touch me,” you mumble, a frown on your face despite trying to seem tough. you stand no chance against a man of his stature. “he’s gonna kill you!” you struggle out, vision still spinning before you hunch over and spill the contents of your stomach on his shoes.

“fucking bitch!” he yells, his grip on you turns bruising as he drags you.

“that’s no way to talk to a lady, is it?” the familiar voice has you perking up immediately, struggling a little more and trying to get to your lovers side instead.

“holy shit,” the man gasps, pushing you away immediately. your stumble, tripping over your own feet and cursing your dulled senses as you begin to fall onto the pavement.

peter is quick to stop your fall, shooting a web to your waist and pulling you into his arms, holding you tightly and giving you a once over.

“Spiderman,” you mumble, a sluggish smile on your lips as you stare up at him. peter feels his chest tighten at the sight of your glazed over eyes, even in this state you protect his identity.

“hey baby, gimme a second okay?” he whispers, brushing your hair gently. as he turns his back he hears the man trying to leave, he doesn’t need to look over his shoulder as he shoots a web and tethers the man to a tree. Peter’s focus stays on you as he leans you against a wall.

peter turns around with balled fists, and an anger coursing through his veins he doesn’t think he’d ever felt before. he sees red as he approaches the man.

“arachnid hormones rising,” E.V. announces, peter disregards it, his gloved fist already connected with the man’s jaw.

“who the fuck do you think you are?” he growls as he grabs him with one hand by the collar, lifting him easily off the ground. he doesn’t giving him a chance to respond as he lands another punch.

“I’m sorry!” he cries out, coughing up blood. there’s already a bruise forming where Peter struck him.

“which hand did you touch her with?” he asks, leaning closer and grabbing the hand that wasn’t webbed to the tree. “this one?” his tone is venomous as the eyes on his mask narrow.

peter takes the man’s hand in his own, applying pressure slowly until he’s crying for mercy, one crack, then another.

“cutie bug,” you call from behind him, your voice snaps him back to reality.

“hormones back to baseline,” E.V. rings in his ears. his once black eyes are normal again, vision clear and chest heaving as he takes in the sight of the beaten man before him.

he cant find it in him to feel guilty.

“the police are on their way,” he says simply, taking a step back and staring at him for a second before fully turning his body.

you’re quick to walk into his arms, a smile on your face as your boyfriend hugs you.

“you came for me!” you grin, fingers coming up to caress the mask staring down at you.

“you know I always will,” he replies, “let’s go home.”

the moment you enter the apartment, you’re throwing up. groaning and swearing off alcohol as your boyfriend holds your hair and rubs your back.

“feeling better?” his voice is the soft, it makes your stomach flip.

you simply nod in response, gratefully accepting his aid as he helps you out of your clothes.

“arms up,” he whispers, you oblige immediately, stumbling slightly. peter holds you steady.

“open up for me,” he instructs, holding your toothbrush in his hand as you open your mouth, humming mindlessly as he brushes your teeth. “rinse,” he says, you do so happily. “good girl,” he smiles, picking you up and heading to bed.

“love you s’much spidey,” you mumble, your fingers digging into the suits material. he hadn’t bothered to change, too preoccupied with helping you instead.

“it’s just us two sweetheart,” peter grins, your eyes go wide.

“my peter,” you giggle, his face flushes at your words.

“yes, your peter,” he repeats, kissing your forehead before standing at the foot of the bed. you whine as he lets go go you. “I’m just gonna take the suit off okay?” your watery eyes make his heart ache, “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“promise?” you frown, a stay tear slipping from your eye. peter quickly slips out of his suit, body littered in bruises that you know will be gone come morning.

peter crawls under the sheets with you, his thumb wipes away your tears. the action feel more intimate now, with the way his forehead touches your and his nose nuzzles against yours.

“promise.”

“sweetheart are you okay? where are you?” he tries to keep his voice calm, putting you on speaker and viewing your shared location.

“dunnooo,” you groan, “gonna sit.” you force your eyes open, stumbling as you find the curb of the sidewalk and sit, groaning when your mouth waters. “think ‘m gonna throw up,” you whimper, eyes tearing up as you swallow harshly. the feeling subsides as you stay as still as humanly possible.

“I’m on my way, just stay on the phone with me okay? will you do that for me?” peter is swinging at record speeds, making sharp turns and glancing at his phone to make sure you were still on the line.

you simply hum, slowly opening your eyes and staring blankly at the pair of scuffed shoes that had appeared in front of you.

“you’re not m’boyfriend,” you say simply, looking up at the man towering over you, he gives you a sly smile.

peter furrow his brows, about to speak when he hears a lower voice through the speaker.

“that’s alright pretty thing, he doesn’t need to know does he?” the voice makes you feel sicker than the alcohol in your system.

“sweets what’s going on? who is that?” Peter’s frantic voice cuts through your phone. you simply put your head back in your hand.

“i think this guys tryin’ t’ hit on me,” you mumble, hearing the man above you chuckle.

“cmon babe, I’ll take real good care of you,” he leans down, easily taking your phone from you drunken grasp and hanging up.

“sweetheart? hello?” peters heart rate spikes as the dial tone comes from his phone, anger flooding him as finally lands in the alley by where your phone was pinging.

“don’ touch me,” you mumble, a frown on your face despite trying to seem tough. you stand no chance against a man of his stature. “he’s gonna kill you!” you struggle out, vision still spinning before you hunch over and spill the contents of your stomach on his shoes.

“fucking bitch!” he yells, his grip on you turns bruising as he drags you.

“that’s no way to talk to a lady, is it?” the familiar voice has you perking up immediately, struggling a little more and trying to get to your lovers side instead.

“holy shit,” the man gasps, pushing you away immediately. your stumble, tripping over your own feet and cursing your dulled senses as you begin to fall onto the pavement.

peter is quick to stop your fall, shooting a web to your waist and pulling you into his arms, holding you tightly and giving you a once over.

“Spiderman,” you mumble, a sluggish smile on your lips as you stare up at him. peter feels his chest tighten at the sight of your glazed over eyes, even in this state you protect his identity.

“hey baby, gimme a second okay?” he whispers, brushing your hair gently. as he turns his back he hears the man trying to leave, he doesn’t need to look over his shoulder as he shoots a web and tethers the man to a tree. Peter’s focus stays on you as he leans you against a wall.

peter turns around with balled fists, and an anger coursing through his veins he doesn’t think he’d ever felt before. he sees red as he approaches the man.

“arachnid hormones rising,” E.V. announces, peter disregards it, his gloved fist already connected with the man’s jaw.

“who the fuck do you think you are?” he growls as he grabs him with one hand by the collar, lifting him easily off the ground. he doesn’t giving him a chance to respond as he lands another punch.

“I’m sorry!” he cries out, coughing up blood. there’s already a bruise forming where Peter struck him.

“which hand did you touch her with?” he asks, leaning closer and grabbing the hand that wasn’t webbed to the tree. “this one?” his tone is venomous as the eyes on his mask narrow.

peter takes the man’s hand in his own, applying pressure slowly until he’s crying for mercy, one crack, then another.

“cutie bug,” you call from behind him, your voice snaps him back to reality.

“hormones back to baseline,” E.V. rings in his ears. his once black eyes are normal again, vision clear and chest heaving as he takes in the sight of the beaten man before him.

he cant find it in him to feel guilty.

“the police are on their way,” he says simply, taking a step back and staring at him for a second before fully turning his body.

you’re quick to walk into his arms, a smile on your face as your boyfriend hugs you.

“you came for me!” you grin, fingers coming up to caress the mask staring down at you.

“you know I always will,” he replies, “let’s go home.”

the moment you enter the apartment, you’re throwing up. groaning and swearing off alcohol as your boyfriend holds your hair and rubs your back.

“feeling better?” his voice is the soft, it makes your stomach flip.

you simply nod in response, gratefully accepting his aid as he helps you out of your clothes.

“arms up,” he whispers, you oblige immediately, stumbling slightly. peter holds you steady.

“open up for me,” he instructs, holding your toothbrush in his hand as you open your mouth, humming mindlessly as he brushes your teeth. “rinse,” he says, you do so happily. “good girl,” he smiles, picking you up and heading to bed.

“love you s’much spidey,” you mumble, your fingers digging into the suits material. he hadn’t bothered to change, too preoccupied with helping you instead.

“it’s just us two sweetheart,” peter grins, your eyes go wide.

“my peter,” you giggle, his face flushes at your words.

“yes, your peter,” he repeats, kissing your forehead before standing at the foot of the bed. you whine as he lets go go you. “I’m just gonna take the suit off okay?” your watery eyes make his heart ache, “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“promise?” you frown, a stay tear slipping from your eye. peter quickly slips out of his suit, body littered in bruises that you know will be gone come morning.

peter crawls under the sheets with you, his thumb wipes away your tears. the action feel more intimate now, with the way his forehead touches your and his nose nuzzles against yours.

“promise.”