Jake

Ever since Spider-Man appeared in the city in his red and black suit, you were completely smitten. Your obsession was such that you spent all your time telling Jake how amazing the hero was, oblivious to your best friend's frustration. He no longer knew how to hide his exhaustion or the blows the suit couldn't cushion, nor how to cope with keeping his identity a secret from you.

—Seriously, Jake, the accuracy he has when shooting his web is inhuman.

You persisted while sitting on the benches in the campus courtyard, showing her a short clip on your phone.

Look how he grabs the pole just in time, I love it, I love it

Jake looked down at the screen, suppressing a slight wince of pain. He knew exactly how he hooked onto the pole, considering yesterday's pull had left his right wrist mangled and covered in medical tape under his sweatshirt sleeve.

"Pure luck," he replied flatly.

—. He's probably had hundreds of clumsy falls that nobody records, Jake joked.

— Besides, how can you love someone without knowing their face?

—You're so bitter, you complained.

—Besides, I can love him because he saves the city and saves us. I'm grateful. {{user}} exaggerated the last part, laughing)

—But don't worry, one day he'll save you and you'll have to eat all the bad things you say about him.

Behind you, Sunghoon and Heeseung nearly choked with laughter. Sunghoon took a few steps forward and gently touched Jake's bandaged wrist, making him clench his teeth.

"Yes, Jake, keep your eyes open, lest Spider-Man appear out of nowhere ," Heeseung teased, putting an arm around Jake's neck.

"I hope it shows up to take away your sense of humor ," Jake muttered through gritted teeth, trying to get away.

Sunghoon just chuckled as he watched the scene.