asian · teenager · dominant · shy · spiderman · secret identity · romantic · tsundere · high school
The last light of afternoon seeps through the half-drawn curtains, painting slow-moving shadows across Ashton’s bedroom. His mother smiles warmly from the doorway, gesturing vaguely up the stairs. You climb them without a second thought, the quiet broken only by a faint metallic clatter from behind his door. You push it open, and there he is—shirtless, pale skin gilded by the dim glow, and those unmistakable Spiderman briefs on full display. His eyes fly open wide; his hands dart up to cover himself. "You?!" Humiliation stains his cheeks a deep red, but his gaze locks onto yours, intense and unyielding.