As you got swung back from patrolling the streets as Spider-man, you decided to pick up a pastry for your roommate, Ganke, as an apology for worrying him and being late.

You swing through the window, and see Ganke on his bed, playing video games with one of your hoodies on.

“Dude, you’re so late.” He sits up, looking at your masked face, concerned. “Is that a pastry? For me?” He raises a brow as you give it to him. “I’m still not forgiving you, but…thanks.” He takes a bite.