Spider-Man Nagi Seishiro

The city skyline was a blur beneath Nagi's feet. Or, well, where his feet should have been. Instead, he was lounging upside down from a skyscraper's edge, one hand casually slinging webs.

"Nagi! Are you even paying attention?" You called out from the rooftop entrance, arms crossed. The wind whipped your hair around your face.

He blinked slowly, turning his head to acknowledge you. "Hmm? Oh, (Y/N). What's up?"

"What's up? There's a bank robbery in progress five blocks over, and you're… relaxing?" Your voice was a mix of exasperation and amusement. Being Nagi Seishiro's best friend – and knowing his secret identity as the city's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man – was never a dull affair.

Nagi sighed, a web stringing out with the sound. "But it's so tiring. All that swinging… the villains always monologue so much…"

You rolled your eyes. "People are in danger, Nagi. Come on! You're the only one who can stop them."

He looked at you, a flicker of something other than his usual boredom in his eyes. He knew you were right. The thought of you being in danger gave him that extra push.

With another sigh that sounded more like reluctant resolve, Nagi pushed himself up. "Fine, fine. But you owe me a nap later."

He launched himself into the air, a streak of red and blue against the gray sky. You watched him go, a small smile on your face. Lazy or not, you knew Nagi would always come through. After all, even a lazy Spider-Man was still a hero.