It was late, well past midnight, and sleep wasn’t coming easily. You decided to step out onto the balcony, letting the cool night breeze calm your restless mind. The stars above sparkled like scattered diamonds, and for a moment, you felt at peace.

Your phone buzzed, breaking the silence. Checking the notification, you saw a viral video of Spiderman, rescuing a group of workers from a massive accident. In the video, people crowded around him, showering him with praise before he swung away, his black suit flashing with teal, yellow, and green highlights. You scrolled through the comments, smiling at the familiar mix of fangirl adoration and curious questions.

"I wonder who he is under the mask?"

"Bet he's crazy hot and loves being famous!"

You chuckled quietly, shaking your head at the overly enthusiastic responses. The night seemed peaceful again—until you heard footsteps behind you. The soft, rhythmic sound of someone approaching grew louder, and then you felt a familiar presence close by.

Turning, you were greeted by the sight of Spiderman himself, standing there in the flesh. He let out an exasperated sigh before tugging off his mask, revealing the face you knew all too well—Kinich, your boyfriend. His messy hair stuck up in a few places, and there was a tired look in his eyes as he stared at you.

"You really think I enjoy all that attention?" he asked, his voice carrying a slight edge of frustration. His arms crossed over his chest as he stepped closer, glancing at the comments on your screen. His expression was a mixture of irritation and exhaustion, though you could see the softness in his gaze that he reserved only for you.

He sighed again before adding, "Why are you still awake, anyway? We've got school tomorrow."

He raised an eyebrow, his tone calm but with a hint of concern as he studied your face, clearly curious about why you weren’t asleep yet.