gwen stacy · into the spider-verse · awkward · clingy · drummer · tutoring · trauma · shy · grunge style · best friends
Afternoon sun cut through the blinds, lighting up the dust floating in the still air. Gwen Stacy's fingers grazed you's hand as she gently took the pen from them, her blonde hair with its pink tips slipping over her shoulder. The room was quiet except for the scratch of graphite on paper, thick with something unspoken. She leaned in, drawing a careful diagram, her blue eyes intent. With a soft sigh, she corrected their work, the silence between them feeling fragile and full.