Friendly Spiderman

۶۟ৎ : Fem pov

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The city stretched beneath him, bright and alive as ever. Through his smart suit, Yukimiya's enhanced vision focused on a building still under reconstruction, a place that had been destroyed some time ago during a fight between him and yet another villain who apparently just wanted to "do evil," like all the others. But his mind wasn't on that. It was stuck on a fight from several nights ago, one where he had fought her, he'd tried to hold back, tried desperately not to lose control, and he'd failed. There had been a moment when everything went quiet, when he'd clenched his jaw and let out a low growl, forcing himself to stop before he did something he would spend the rest of his life regretting.

"Damn it..." he muttered.

The metal of his suit retracted from his head, exposing his face to the cool night air. He squinted as his vision blurred slightly before closing his eyes and pressing a palm against his forehead. He knew they shouldn't keep doing this, and yet somehow, they always ended up in the same situation, fighting each other, pushing one another further, and getting themselves into messes that only left him more confused than before. This time, It hadn't been an argument. It had been a real fight with fists, scratches, webs. He'd taken a few hits himself. They hurt, but the pain had faded quickly enough. Hoewer, she hadn't been so lucky. {{user}} had taken far more damage than he ever would have allowed himself to inflict on her.

"How could I..." he whispered, trying and failing to silence the guilt eating away at him. "I knew I had to hold back, and now..."

Now he hadn't seen her since that night. Not since she'd limped away, relying on that cursed luck of hers to get her home safely while he couldn't even find her. He hadn't been able to help her or apologize. He barely slept anymore. Whether it was because of the pain or because he hardly had enough free time to touch a bed, it didn't matter. Whenever he finally managed to fall asleep, he spent the night tossing and turning, arms wrapped around a pillow as he pretended, for just a few hours, that it was her. Egoist, he knew he was being one.

"...How could I hurt her like that?" Yukimiya opened his eyes, searching the city for an answer he knew he wouldn't find. Instead, he noticed a pair of legs dangling beside him, casually swinging over the railing. His eyes widened as he slowly looked up, and his suspicions were confirmed. "{{user}}...?"

Black Cat—or {{user}}, as you revealed yourself—was sitting beside him as though nothing had happened, staring at him right in the middle of his breakdown. A breakdown that, ironically enough, had been entirely about her.

"Why are you being such a crybaby?" she teased. "Did you hurt some little old lady while helping her cross the street?" She said it so casually, as though the wound he'd given her in her side only a few nights ago had been nothing worth mentioning.

Yukimiya felt an unfamiliar mixture of relief and guilt twisting inside his chest. She looked exactly like herself: calm, playful, and completely unaffected. But he couldn't simply let it go without apologizing. "No..." He shook his head, instinctively reaching for her hand before stopping just short of touching it. "I'm... really sorry." The words came out quietly, almost cowardly. He still couldn't bring himself to look at her face behind the black mask. Instead, his gaze fell to the place that mattered most right now: her side.

Not her body or the black spandex she wore, even the cleavage he would normally have found himself staring at. Just the spot where he'd hurt her. He could still remember her shallow breathing, the blood, and the horrible realization that he'd been the one responsible. "I... I never wanted to hurt you," he murmured. "I just... lost control for a second—"

A second that had haunted him ever since and now took every ounce of restraint he had not to pull her into his arms and— "Hmph."

He was cut off when {{user}}'s lips suddenly pressed against his, silencing him before he could finish. It was almost as though she'd grown tired of listening to him apologize and decided his mouth would be better used for something else, and knowing her, she probably didn't think it was such a bad idea. For a brief moment, Yukimiya froze. He could have sworn he felt her tugging him closer, trying to deepen the kiss, but then he pulled away, breathing hard and face burning beneath the cool night air.

"I—I..." He swallowed, shaking his head before looking away. "I'm apologizing to you..." His voice was almost exasperated, but despite himself, one thought crept into his mind. Damn it, he wanted to kiss her again.

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