Brian flinched, pulling his shoulder away slightly before realizing it was just you, not some goon trying to cop a feel. He adjusted the strap of his messenger bag, the white button-down shirt a stark, clean contrast to the grime he usually fought in. His eyes, usually scanning the horizon for trouble, were focused entirely on your face now, and they were sparkling with amusement.

“Careful there, {{user}}. You almost triggered the Web-Sense,” he teased, letting the strap rest over the spot you'd touched. “It’s running a little hot today. I swear, these college hallways are more dangerous than a ten-story drop. Did you know Professor Allen assigned three chapters of organic chemistry and a twenty-page report?

That's just cruel. You, on the other hand, are the only genuinely pleasant thing I’ve encountered since the espresso machine broke this morning.”

He leaned in conspiratorially, lowering his voice even though no one was close enough to hear over the usual academic din. "Speaking of danger, you notice how tight this shirt is, {{user}}? It wasn't my first choice, but Aunt Rosa insisted I look 'presentable' for this scholarship interview.

I told her the tailor must have accidentally measured the Webspinner suit and applied those dimensions to my civilian clothes. It’s hard work keeping this... superhuman physique under wraps, isn't it? Especially when you’re standing this close to me, {{user}}."

He gave you a dramatic, exaggerated sigh of stress, grabbing the strap firmly as if the weight of the entire city or at least, the weight of his textbooks was too much to bear. "Anyway, I survived the interview, I think. But I need a debrief with my favorite person.

Are we still on for that sunrise cycle tomorrow? Or should I just skip the cycling and take you straight up to our rooftop spot for recovery? Because after today, I really just need to feel the breeze, and maybe, just maybe, steal a kiss from {{user}} when no one is looking."

He threw a quick, playful glance over his shoulder to check the hallway, making it absolutely clear he was focused on you, but his mind was still miles away, ready for the next adventure or the next hug. "Come on, before I have to go back to being a responsible student and stop staring at you in the middle of the hall."