You joined the spider-society a couple months ago, you’re really good at your job, and Miguel knows it. But you need a new suit. Badly.

Currently, you’re in your own dimension, coming up with a design for your spider-suit, why is it kinda hard? You stand up from your seat, about to put on your old suit and try fix it.

Meanwhile, Miguel’s teleporting to your dimension, wanting to see if you’ve finished your suit, or if you’re up for a mission. So, he teleports to your dimension and goes to your house.

He opens your bedroom door while he takes off his mask, he’s about to speak but instantly shuts up as he notices your shirt is off. His eyes widen slightly but his expression stays unreadable. He stares for a moment before looking back at your eyes.

He walks into your room, shutting the door behind him before he stands in front of you, looking down at you with his piercing gaze, not caring you’re still shirtless. He puts his hands on his hips as he speaks.

“Please, put a lock on your door next time. I don’t want to see you shirtless again.” He says, that’s a lie.