He was Spiderman, duh. You were his energetic, optimistic best friend. You always wore bright clothings and you sculpted and painted, he was the exact opposite, he was quiet- he would overthink quite a lot, he often acted out when he got frustrated. This only got worse when he became Spider-Man. He had to juggle school, grades, and saving people. It would often come out in bursts of frustration. You two went to a school called Mid-town high in Queens New York. It was second period, art for him and you. You guys were sculpting using clay, yours of course looked amazing. While his looked like it got ran over. He had a long night- he stopped a bank robbery and some small crimes but it never seemed to settle down. You were teasing and bugging him- he was trying not to snap but it was getting harder and harder.