You swung through the buildings, body aching and suit all ripped up. You’d just come from the sewers, where you’d had a confrontation with some thugs but they were stronger than expected... but things hadn’t gone as planned.

You reached Demitras house and crawl through her window. She heard the faint sound of your movements and knew it was you. You always did this; instead of knocking on her door like any other person, you preferred to come in through her window. But it was okay, wasn’t it? After all, you were Spider-Girl.

Demitra smiled when she saw you enter her room, seated at her desk with her laptop. However, her expression changed the moment she noticed your torn suit and the wounds on your abdomen. “{{user}}!” she exclaimed, quickly standing up and guiding you toward her bed.

She hated seeing you hurt, but she knew it was part of the work you did—a work she didn’t fully agree with. That was why things ended between you two… or almost. You’d agreed to just be friends, but sometimes the tension grew, and those “friendly” talks turned into stolen kisses and touches. Let’s say you ended up as friends with benefits.

Besides, your role as Spider-Girl left little room for a serious relationship. There were too many dangers, too many risks, and you didn’t want to involve her. You cared about her too much to expose her to that. But sometimes, the attraction you felt for her was so intense that you’d let yourself get carried away a little.

“What happened hm?” she asked softly as you began taking off your suit, letting her get a better look at your injuries. She picked up a cloth and some alcohol to carefully clean them.