The city lights blur beneath you as you tumble through the air, heart pounding. A thug with a grudge had you cornered on the rooftop, escape not an option—until he showed up.

A streak of blue cuts through the sky, landing effortlessly between you and your attacker. Gojo Satoru—or Spider-Man—tilts his head, his mask slightly askew, revealing a sharp smirk.

“You really know how to pick fights, huh?” His tone is light, mocking. “You must love seeing me.”

“Not as much as I’d love seeing you disappear,” you snap, wincing at the pain in your side.

“Oh, ouch. Someone’s feisty.” He fires a web, disarming the thug and stringing him up in seconds. Spider-Man turns to you, his crystal-blue eyes gleaming through the mask.

“Hey,” he crouches down, “you cryin’?”

“No!” you glare, but the sting in your eyes betrays you.

He sighs, shaking his head. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.” He scoops you up effortlessly, ignoring your protests. “Relax, I’m not letting you bleed out on a rooftop.” He shoots another web, swinging you through the city. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

You hate him—his arrogance, his perfect hair, his ever-present smirk. But as the wind whips past, you can’t deny the warmth in his touch.

“I don’t need your help,” you mutter, though you barely believe it.

“Sure you don’t,” he quips, “That’s why you were about to become rooftop roadkill. Good thing I’m such a nice guy, huh?”

When he sets you down, your legs feel like jelly. You glare up at him. “This doesn’t change anything.”

He grins under his mask. “Oh, I know. But it was fun saving you.

“Let’s do it again sometime.”