YUJI ITADORI

The late afternoon sun was just beginning to dip past the horizon, casting long, golden shadows across the pavement as the school day finally came to an end. It was supposed to be a completely normal Tuesday. You and Yuji had spent the entire last period whispering back and forth, slumping in your desks while ranking the worst sci-fi movies you had ever seen and debating whether it was worth stopping by the local convenience store for cheap steamed buns on the walk home. The air outside was crisp and comfortable, filled with the loud, chaotic chatter of students spilling out through the front gates, eager to leave the stress of classes behind.

Just as you reached the sidewalk outside the school grounds, Yuji stopped dead in his tracks. He began frantically patting down the pockets of his uniform jacket and trousers, a look of pure, exaggerated panic washing over his face. He let out a loud, dramatic groan, swearing he must have left his entire wallet sitting right on top of his gym locker after third period. With a sheepish, apologetic grin, he scratched the back of his neck and told you to go on ahead without him. He promised he’d sprint back inside, grab his stuff, and catch up with you in a flash before you even reached the end of the block.

Shaking your head with a quiet chuckle at his usual clumsiness, you continued down the bustling city street alone. The sidewalk was crowded with commuters, shoppers, and fellow students, the familiar sights and sounds of the neighborhood creating a relaxed, routine backdrop for your walk. You pulled your backpack straps a little tighter, casually browsing the shop windows as you passed by. Up ahead, a small, family-owned electronics store had its doors propped open, the faint sound of a muted news broadcast playing inside over the murmur of the street.

Everything changed in a fraction of a second. The glass display window of the electronics shop shattered outward with a deafening crash, sending shards of glass sparkling through the air and raining down onto the concrete. Screams erupted from the surrounding crowd as a frantic, heavy-set thief burst through the doorway, clutching a leather bag spilling cash and stolen merch. Close on his heels were the blaring, echoey sirens of approaching police cruisers, cutting through the afternoon calm. Cornered, sweating, and visibly unhinged, the suspect looked around wildly for an exit, realizing the street was packed and the cops were closing in fast.

Before you could even register the sudden danger, the thief made a desperate, reckless move. He lunged straight toward the sidewalk, reaching out and grabbing you from behind before you had the chance to step back. A thick, heavy arm clamped around your chest like a vise, wrenching you off your feet and dragging you backward against his torso. The raw impact knocked the air right out of your lungs, leaving you gasping as he pulled you against him, using your body as a human shield against the panicked onlookers and the officers pulling up to the curb. The cold, metallic scent of fear and sweat hit your nose, and the chaotic roar of the street suddenly felt muffled and distant beneath the sharp, terrifying pounding of your own heartbeat.

The thief began screaming incoherent threats at the crowd, backing up toward the store's broken entrance while keeping his grip painfully tight around your ribs. The world narrowed down to absolute terror—your hands clawed instinctively at his forearm, but your feet couldn't find purchase on the ground.

Then, from high above the chaotic intersection, a sharp thwip sliced through the air.

A lean, red-and-blue figure swung out from between the brick apartment buildings, cutting across the sky with unbelievable speed and landing with a heavy, metallic thud right on top of a nearby streetlamp. Spider-Man had arrived, crouching low against the metal pole as the white lenses of his mask narrowed down into a sharp, lethal focus.

The late afternoon sun was just beginning to dip past the horizon, casting long, golden shadows across the pavement as the school day finally came to an end. It was supposed to be a completely normal Tuesday. {{user}} and Yuji had spent the entire last period whispering back and forth, slumping in their desks while ranking the worst sci-fi movies they had ever seen and debating whether it was worth stopping by the local convenience store for cheap steamed buns on the walk home. The air outside was crisp and comfortable, filled with the loud, chaotic chatter of students spilling out through the front gates, eager to leave the stress of classes behind.

Just as they reached the sidewalk outside the school grounds, Yuji stopped dead in his tracks. He began frantically patting down the pockets of his uniform jacket and trousers, a look of pure, exaggerated panic washing over his face. He let out a loud, dramatic groan, swearing he must have left his entire wallet sitting right on top of his gym locker after third period. With a sheepish, apologetic grin, he scratched the back of his neck and told {{user}} to go on ahead without him. He promised he’d sprint back inside, grab his stuff, and catch up with him in a flash before he even reached the end of the block.

Shaking his head with a quiet chuckle at his friend's usual clumsiness, {{user}} continued down the bustling city street alone. The sidewalk was crowded with commuters, shoppers, and fellow students, the familiar sights and sounds of the neighborhood creating a relaxed, routine backdrop for his walk. He pulled his backpack straps a little tighter, casually browsing the shop windows as he passed by. Up ahead, a small, family-owned electronics store had its doors propped open, the faint sound of a muted news broadcast playing inside over the murmur of the street.

Everything changed in a fraction of a second. The glass display window of the electronics shop shattered outward with a deafening crash, sending shards of glass sparkling through the air and raining down onto the concrete. Screams erupted from the surrounding crowd as a frantic, heavy-set thief burst through the doorway, clutching a leather bag spilling cash and stolen merch. Close on his heels were the blaring, echoey sirens of approaching police cruisers, cutting through the afternoon calm. Cornered, sweating, and visibly unhinged, the suspect looked around wildly for an exit, realizing the street was packed and the cops were closing in fast.

Before {{user}} could even register the sudden danger, the thief made a desperate, reckless move. He lunged straight toward the sidewalk, reaching out and grabbing {{user}} from behind before he had the chance to step back. A thick, heavy arm clamped around {{user}}'s chest like a vise, wrenching him off his feet and dragging him backward against his torso. The raw impact knocked the air right out of {{user}}'s lungs, leaving him gasping as the thief pulled him against him, using his body as a human shield against the panicked onlookers and the officers pulling up to the curb. The cold, metallic scent of fear and sweat hit his nose, and the chaotic roar of the street suddenly felt muffled and distant beneath the sharp, terrifying pounding of his own heartbeat.

The thief began screaming incoherent threats at the crowd, backing up toward the store's broken entrance while keeping his grip painfully tight around {{user}}'s ribs. The world narrowed down to absolute terror—{{user}}'s hands clawed instinctively at the man's forearm, but his feet couldn't find purchase on the ground.

Then, from high above the chaotic intersection, a sharp thwip sliced through the air.

A lean, red-and-blue figure swung out from between the brick apartment buildings, cutting across the sky with unbelievable speed and landing with a heavy, metallic thud right on top of a nearby streetlamp. Spider-Man had arrived, crouching low against the metal pole as the white lenses of his mask narrowed down into a sharp, lethal focus.

The late afternoon sun was just beginning to dip past the horizon, casting long, golden shadows across the pavement as the school day finally came to an end. It was supposed to be a completely normal Tuesday. {{user}} and Yuji had spent the entire last period whispering back and forth, slumping in their desks while ranking the worst sci-fi movies they had ever seen and debating whether it was worth stopping by the local convenience store for cheap steamed buns on the walk home. The air outside was crisp and comfortable, filled with the loud, chaotic chatter of students spilling out through the front gates, eager to leave the stress of classes behind.

Just as she reached the sidewalk outside the school grounds with him, Yuji stopped dead in his tracks. He began frantically patting down the pockets of his uniform jacket and trousers, a look of pure, exaggerated panic washing over his face. He let out a loud, dramatic groan, swearing he must have left his entire wallet sitting right on top of his gym locker after third period. With a sheepish, apologetic grin, he scratched the back of his neck and told {{user}} to go on ahead without him. He promised he’d sprint back inside, grab his stuff, and catch up with her in a flash before she even reached the end of the block.

Shaking her head with a quiet chuckle at his usual clumsiness, {{user}} continued down the bustling city street alone. The sidewalk was crowded with commuters, shoppers, and fellow students, the familiar sights and sounds of the neighborhood creating a relaxed, routine backdrop for her walk. She pulled her backpack straps a little tighter, casually browsing the shop windows as she passed by. Up ahead, a small, family-owned electronics store had its doors propped open, the faint sound of a muted news broadcast playing inside over the murmur of the street.

Everything changed in a fraction of a second. The glass display window of the electronics shop shattered outward with a deafening crash, sending shards of glass sparkling through the air and raining down onto the concrete. Screams erupted from the surrounding crowd as a frantic, heavy-set thief burst through the doorway, clutching a leather bag spilling cash and stolen merch. Close on his heels were the blaring, echoey sirens of approaching police cruisers, cutting through the afternoon calm. Cornered, sweating, and visibly unhinged, the suspect looked around wildly for an exit, realizing the street was packed and the cops were closing in fast.

Before {{user}} could even register the sudden danger, the thief made a desperate, reckless move. He lunged straight toward the sidewalk, reaching out and grabbing her from behind before she had the chance to step back. A thick, heavy arm clamped around her chest like a vise, wrenching her off her feet and dragging her backward against his torso. The raw impact knocked the air right out of her lungs, leaving her gasping as he pulled her against him, using her body as a human shield against the panicked onlookers and the officers pulling up to the curb. The cold, metallic scent of fear and sweat hit her nose, and the chaotic roar of the street suddenly felt muffled and distant beneath the sharp, terrifying pounding of her own heartbeat.

The thief began screaming incoherent threats at the crowd, backing up toward the store's broken entrance while keeping his grip painfully tight around her ribs. The world narrowed down to absolute terror—{{user}}'s hands clawed instinctively at his forearm, but her feet couldn't find purchase on the ground.

Then, from high above the chaotic intersection, a sharp thwip sliced through the air.

A lean, red-and-blue figure swung out from between the brick apartment buildings, cutting across the sky with unbelievable speed and landing with a heavy, metallic thud right on top of a nearby streetlamp. Spider-Man had arrived, crouching low against the metal pole as the white lenses of his mask narrowed down into a sharp focus.

The late afternoon sun was just beginning to dip past the horizon, casting long, golden shadows across the pavement as the school day finally came to an end. It was supposed to be a completely normal Tuesday. {{user}} and Yuji had spent the entire last period whispering back and forth, slumping in their desks while ranking the worst sci-fi movies they had ever seen and debating whether it was worth stopping by the local convenience store for cheap steamed buns on the walk home. The air outside was crisp and comfortable, filled with the loud, chaotic chatter of students spilling out through the front gates, eager to leave the stress of classes behind.

Just as they reached the sidewalk outside the school grounds, Yuji stopped dead in his tracks. He began frantically patting down the pockets of his uniform jacket and trousers, a look of pure, exaggerated panic washing over his face. He let out a loud, dramatic groan, swearing he must have left his entire wallet sitting right on top of his gym locker after third period. With a sheepish, apologetic grin, he scratched the back of his neck and told {{user}} to go on ahead without him. He promised he’d sprint back inside, grab his stuff, and catch up with them in a flash before they even reached the end of the block.

Shaking their head with a quiet chuckle at his usual clumsiness, {{user}} continued down the bustling city street alone. The sidewalk was crowded with commuters, shoppers, and fellow students, the familiar sights and sounds of the neighborhood creating a relaxed, routine backdrop for their walk. {{user}} pulled their backpack straps a little tighter, casually browsing the shop windows as they passed by. Up ahead, a small, family-owned electronics store had its doors propped open, the faint sound of a muted news broadcast playing inside over the murmur of the street.

Everything changed in a fraction of a second. The glass display window of the electronics shop shattered outward with a deafening crash, sending shards of glass sparkling through the air and raining down onto the concrete. Screams erupted from the surrounding crowd as a frantic, heavy-set thief burst through the doorway, clutching a leather bag spilling cash and stolen merch. Close on his heels were the blaring, echoey sirens of approaching police cruisers, cutting through the afternoon calm. Cornered, sweating, and visibly unhinged, the suspect looked around wildly for an exit, realizing the street was packed and the cops were closing in fast.

Before {{user}} could even register the sudden danger, the thief made a desperate, reckless move. He lunged straight toward the sidewalk, reaching out and grabbing {{user}} from behind before they had the chance to step back. A thick, heavy arm clamped around their chest like a vise, wrenching them off their feet and dragging them backward against his torso. The raw impact knocked the air right out of their lungs, leaving them gasping as he pulled them against him, using their body as a human shield against the panicked onlookers and the officers pulling up to the curb. The cold, metallic scent of fear and sweat hit their nose, and the chaotic roar of the street suddenly felt muffled and distant beneath the sharp, terrifying pounding of their own heartbeat.

The thief began screaming incoherent threats at the crowd, backing up toward the store's broken entrance while keeping his grip painfully tight around their ribs. The world narrowed down to absolute terror—{{user}}'s hands clawed instinctively at his forearm, but their feet couldn't find purchase on the ground.

Then, from high above the chaotic intersection, a sharp thwip sliced through the air.

A lean, red-and-blue figure swung out from between the brick apartment buildings, cutting across the sky with unbelievable speed and landing with a heavy, metallic thud right on top of a nearby streetlamp. Spider-Man had arrived, crouching low against the metal pole as the white lenses of his mask narrowed down into a sharp, lethal focus.