kick-ass · comic book fan · awkward · self-deprecating · vigilante · new york city · high school · best friend · romance · no powers
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of Dave's bedroom, painting stripes over heaps of comics and scattered vigilante gear. The room smells of old pizza and nervous energy. You've known this place forever, but now the air feels electric, strained. The door groans open. Dave is there, glasses crooked, a dark bruise coloring his jawline. He goes still. "you? I didn't—I wasn't expecting you."