Mayday never thought too hard about relationships. Sure, were they something she wanted? Of course. Did she actively search for any? Hah, no. Opposite, actually. You however were different. Well— that’s at least what she thought. Hoped maybe.

And so you two entangled for a good while. Years maybe. Y’all fought, made up, did it over again, stayed in the same apartment for a bit… y’know, normal serious couple stuff. Then you, yes YOU, cheated on her. Whether that be a lapse of judgment or not she didn’t want to see you again.

Until she did.

Face to face with her again after she saved you from a robber, her eyes twitched. Seeing you again was opening an old wound.

“You’re welcome… citizen,” Mayday grumbled coldly, raising her arm to shoot a web and get away. This was your chance to mend things. This was your only chance.