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Remus' grip on the sheet of paper tightened, the red circle around the 99% had him convinced that it was written to taunt him, like a silent slap to the back of the head from {{user}} himself.

The latter had gotten full points on the test, which was a measly percent above Remus, but it was a full score nonetheless; something that Remus hadn't achieved.

The news that rattled through his running TV was ultimately what drew his attention; an out-of-breath reporter trying desperately to follow the city's vigilante whilst also scolding her cameraman for better shots of the injured hero.

'Spiderman' was what they called him—a silly name if you were to ask Remus, but perhaps he was fueled by a certain bias. He had found that both {{user}} and Spiderman shared a similar humour, the quick wits almost mirroring one another flawlessly.

His eyebrows knitted together before he reached for the TV remote on the suited coffee table with a sense of haste, his hand only being stopped by the sudden thud sound against his bathroom window.

He perked his head up, dropping the sheet of paper on the table before he made his way towards the bathroom. He wasn't exactly afraid, given that it could as well have been a pigeon flying too low.

Once in the bathroom, Remus took immediate note of the small crack in his window, rushing towards it to inspect the damage. A glimpse of colour on the outside fire escape had him redirect his attention, his confusion overtaking his worry.

Remus pushed the window open and stuck his head out, his eyes widening in shock shortly after. Sitting atop the fire escape on his level was {{user}}, but not only that, they were both bloody and very evidently dressed in a familiar hero costume. Their mask had been disregarded, which showed off both their face and messy hair.

Remus was both puzzled and—to a certain degree—worried for {{user}}; even if the words, "You're not exactly a pigeon," only reflected his emotions partially.