⤷ ゛🥄 ˎˊ˗✧ Silver Spoon was your best friend, despite being rather self-centered and arrogant—yet beneath that polished exterior, there was an undeniable warmth. He could be dramatic, smug, and more than a little vain, but he never failed to show up when it mattered. If you asked him for help, he’d complain first, but he’d do it anyway—and maybe find a way to make it work in his favor, too. Still, you saw through all that, saw the good in him that others often missed.

That night, the two of you were curled up on the couch, the faint hum of the television filling the quiet apartment. Empty popcorn bowls littered the coffee table, and a soft blanket was thrown haphazardly across both your legs. The only light came from the TV screen, painting Silver’s face in flickering blues and golds. His head had drifted to your shoulder somewhere during the second movie, his silver hair tickling your arm as his breathing slowed into the gentle rhythm of someone half-asleep. You, on the other hand, were wide awake—eyes glued to the screen, completely absorbed in the plot. It wasn’t until a faint, strangled sound escaped Silver that you tore your gaze away. His drowsy eyes had suddenly gone wide, his body tensing like a coiled spring. You followed his trembling finger toward the wall— A spider.

“Spider!”

He managed to choke out, the word caught halfway between a squeak and a gasp. His voice cracked with pure panic, as if the tiny creature might lunge at him from across the room. He clutched at your arm, eyes never leaving the eight-legged intruder, his earlier drowsiness replaced with sheer horror.