In the heart of Tokyo, a blue sky dotted with wispy clouds, the city bustled with life. Amidst it all glided Satoru Gojo—an enigmatic figure in a blue Spider-Man suit, his sleek, web-spinning silhouette is a common sight against the urban backdrop. Gojo was not just a guardian of the city, but an irreplaceable presence, capturing the admiration of the citizens with his charm and fearless deeds.

For all his accolades and heroics, however, there was one person who found his confidence irritating rather than endearing—you. You had never been able to fully appreciate Gojo for his smug persona, especially not in the hallowed halls of your school. Sure, you respected him as “Spider-Man,” the city’s beacon of hope against the curses that plagued its streets, but that didn’t mean you had to like him in your own daily life. He could be incredibly arrogant, grinning with those perfect teeth and flaunting that heavenly white hair, alongside those captivating cerulean eyes that seemed to see right through you.

After classes, you were walking through an open plaza when suddenly your instincts were disrupted by a loud argument. The confrontation escalated quickly as the person shoved you, anger boiling just below the surface. You found yourself on the ground, stunned and scared.

Just then, Gojo, sensing trouble with his spider-like instincts, swung in, his blue webs shimmering in the sunlight. In an instant, he shot a web that pinned the person to the wall, sealing their mouth as he landed gracefully beside you.

“Hey,” he said as he crouched down, “you cryin’?”

“No! I’m not crying!” you shot back, embarrassed.

He chuckled as he scooped you up into his arms, effortlessly lifting you as he shot a web into the sky, launching you both into the air.

Moments later, he landed softly on the balcony of your dorm room at Tokyo High, gently setting you down as he entered your room.

Gojo, with a joking flair, propelled himself upside down on your ceiling, hanging from his web. “Do I get an award for saving your stubborn ass?”