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“Holy fuck dude,” Eita said, staring wide eyed at the news channel playing on the TV as it showed footage of the ‘friendly neighborhood Spiderman’ swinging through buildings. “I don’t even like men like- at all. But would I let Spiderman hit? Absolutely.”
What a pleasant discussion to have at the breakfast table. In public. Tabito thought with a snort, trying to ignore what his best friend said while shoveling his scrambled eggs into his mouth.
“You of all people would bottom for Spiderman?” Kenyu asked in a full deadpan.
“Bro he’s fuckin’ shredded. Damn right I’d bottom for Spiderman.”
Leave it to Eita to say something so absurd at eight in the morning. People are barely even awake yet, and here he is denying his sexuality for a man he doesn’t even know is sitting right next to him.
“Can we not have this conversation where young ears are listenin’?” Tabito requested in between chewing his food. “I fear yer causing some sort of offensive public disturbance,”
Eita’s eye twitched in disagreement. “Everyone here agrees, dude.”
“I assure you that the five year olds trying to eat their yogurt and pancakes do not.”
“Oh, what ever!”
The good ending: Eita shutting up and eating the omelet he just had to have this morning. When he didn’t talk, he seemed to eat his food just that much faster, which was a blessing to all of them considering Eita had a class in like fifteen minutes. If Eita missed this class, they’d be stuck with his complaining a week from now and that wasn’t really a good investment of wasted time.
The other two finish up soon after he does, but unfortunately there isn’t really time to enjoy the normalcy of sitting in a diner in the morning before having to worry about actual responsibilities. This is thanks to Eita, who is making a ruckus of pulling on his jacket and screeching his chair across the floor while pushing it in under the table. Kenyu and Tabito both wince at the sound.
“I’m gonna be late, but I’ll Venmo whoever takes care of the check. See ya,”
The two sit in silence while watching their roommate leave the diner, both at an absolute loss of words at just how fast he left.
“I can’t believe he doesn’t even say a proper goodbye,” Kenyu mutters, pulling out his card and holding up a hand to flag their waiter.
Tabito hums in agreement, though he knows he can’t really say much when it comes to ‘proper goodbyes’ without it sounding incredibly hypocritical on his end.
With the bill paid, the remaining two also find themselves leaving the building. With Kenyu not having a class until much later in the day and Tabito not having any classes at all today, they walk back to their apartment in slow, lazy steps to take in the cool autumn air.
“So it’s not every day you hear your straight roommate say he wants to smash you,” Kenyu commented in a light hearted tone, bumping his shoulder into Tabito’s teasingly.
The raven haired man snorts and shoves Kenyu a little harder to hide his embarrassment. “Yeah, more like he wanted me to smash him.”
They talk a little bit more at what an oddity Otoya Eita is; how he claims to be a heterosexual man and how things he says just don’t add up with that. Karasu argued that Eita played soccer in high school and that perfectly explains his behavior— that Kenyu would understand if he was also subject to a public high school sports team. Kenyu doesn’t seem so sure.
Their apartment building is warm when they finally step inside, immediately loosening the tense posture the two had unknowingly developed while out in the cold.
Tabito removes his jacket and hangs it up on a hook near their door, quickly kicking off his shoes as well so he can comfortably flop over on the couch. “I’m so fuckin’ sore,” He complained, massaging his hand into his neck in an attempt to alleviate some tension.
“Mm, what a shame,” Kenyu responded disinterestedly, earning a glare from the raven haired man on the couch. “If only you were doing your daily stretches like I suggested…”
“Oh, what the hell.” Tabito groaned and threw his head back, not ready to hear his roommate’s nagging this early in the morning. It’s unfortunate that Kenyu found out about him being Spiderman the way he did, or really at all, but he supposes it was better for him to find out than Eita. He didn’t really need the guy with no filter and a loud fucking mouth going around and putting himself and everyone around him in danger.
-
Kenyu had just so conveniently ended up in Tabito’s room (to put away laundry or whatever) while the city’s favorite hero was sneakily crawling through the window, mask halfway falling off. He couldn’t even cover for himself because Kenyu had full vision of who was clearly Karasu Tabito in a full body Spiderman suit. No words exchanged, no movements made, they just stared at each other for a good three minutes. At the end of it all, Kenyu just coughed and said, “You put your new boxers in with Otoya’s whites and now they’re all pink. You better figure something out or he’s going to be pissed.”
-
He hadn’t known Kenyu very long at this point, but he proved to be a reliable secret keeper. If anything, it really helped them all develop a closer relationship than just being ‘the two high school best friends and the guy they got to room with them for cheaper rent.’ What was a pain in the ass about Kenyu knowing though, was that he really was such a nagger; he always had to make comments about what Tabito could do to look cooler, or keep his body in better shape, blah blah blah.
Tabito acted annoyed every time it came up, but the reality is that he didn’t really mind. On the outside, he’s a 20 year old man who doesn’t like being told what to do, but he really has no issue being ordered around by pretty people; and if Kenyu was anything, he sure was pretty.
He liked it.
“Spiderman has bigger, better things to worry about than morning stretches,” Tabito argues, simply just to see where it would go.
“Yeah, like four pulled muscles and then a destroyed city,” Kenyu responds with a quirk of his eyebrow. His arms are crossed as he looks at Tabito, his weight settled on one leg and… oh God, Tabito really is no better than a teenage boy.
“I’m not that bad at my job, Yukki,”
“I never said you were.”
A small smile pulls at Kenyu’s lips and Tabito has to physically restrain himself from making heart eyes at him. There was something about Kenyu that had always been attractive to Tabito, so forming a crush on him was inevitable. No matter how close they got, there were always those far away wonders and what-ifs surrounding the wavy haired man, and Tabito found that he took up a lot of space in his brain. It didn’t really bother him, considering he knew he was bi from a young age and he didn’t have any plans on pursuing him due to his crime fighting agenda, but there definitely was a more bothersome factor.
Despite his brain telling him to be normal and natural, Tabito’s eyes flickered up and down Kenyu’s frame.
“I’m thinkin’ that yer implying it,” Tabito says, sitting a little bit more upright and laying one arm across the back of the couch. Kenyu takes a couple steps closer and crouches to be at eye level with the other man.
“Well I’m thinking that you’re trying to imply something else here, Spiderman,”
A shiver runs down Tabito’s spine as he looks into Kenyu’s amber eyes. His gaze is relaxed, kind of half-lidded, and it briefly crosses Tabito’s mind that they’re flirting right now. He doesn’t know how far he can push before over extending the point of no return, but he does know that Kenyu is just so so pretty and that being this close to him is enough to make him feel a little crazy.
Even something as simple as proximity is enough to drive a man who hasn’t kissed someone since high school insane.
“I didn’t say anything,” He responded sarcastically, lips cracking into a lopsided smirk. Kenyu just hummed, leaning down and placing both his hands on Tabito’s knees, and oh God.
“Didn’t need to,” The brunet says, his hands curling in to squeeze just a little bit— just enough to make Tabito shudder a breath and subconsciously lean closer. “Your body language is very telling.”
He can feel Kenyu’s breath on his face and for a moment he’s worried he might cream his pants like a teenage virgin. Tabito whispers a small string of curses and closes his eyes, resting his forehead on the soft skin of Kenyu’s cheek.
“Yukki, I-“
“I’m not going to kiss you, Karasu,” He says in a tone that’s way too sweet for the words being spoken. The wind is knocked out of Tabito’s lungs, suddenly feeling hyper aware of the situation and so utterly ridiculous for going under so fast. He pulls back like a bucket of ice water has just been tossed on him, but Kenyu doesn’t look at all disgusted, if anything just lightheartedly amused. “Not right now.”
Tabito blinks rapidly, trying to process just what’s happened in the last thirty seconds and how they even got in this situation in the first place. “Not right now?” He asks dumbly.
“Not when my feelings are all mixed up,”
Kenyu doesn’t explain any further than that and Tabito doesn’t pry— figures it’s not his business when he out of anyone should know about feelings being all mixed up. The younger of the two stood up, mouth open as if to say something, but he was very quickly cut off by a loud ‘BOOM’ from outside.
The pair jumped, Kenyu looking at Tabito with urgency. “That’s your cue. Please be safe,”
—
Out of anyone in this godforsaken city to be bit by a radioactive spider, it just had to be Tabito.
Saving people was cool and all, but he didn’t like the spontaneity of everything— how it would be a totally normal day and then suddenly he had to come up with a bullshit excuse to leave conveniently and without any questions.
Tabito swung through the streets, webs connecting to bricks of buildings at the pace of a moving vehicle. He’s trying to take in his surroundings as he does so, trying to get any glimpses of live news from public televisions, keeping an open ear for sounds of danger, and any more signs of hazard that could point to the direction of chaos.
Just as luck would have it, all hints pointed towards his college campus; more specifically, the building Otoya’s class was in today.
“Oh Jesus,” He breathed out, immediately doing his best to swing down in a smooth landing. Tabito’s feet find purchase on the grass and all he can see are students running out of buildings, no direct cause of anything just yet.
He decides that higher ground would be beneficial, and if he had time to roll his eyes he would.
So he’s back up, scaling sides of buildings on campus to try and find something, anything, that pointed to the perpetrator. He tunes out anything his instincts deem irrelevant, instead trying to focus all of his attention to anything related to his roommate. Then he hears it;
“Dude, can you like- not?!”
Pseudo-vibrations crawl all the way up Tabito’s body as he just barely makes out Eita’s voice. He doesn’t think any more than that, just immediately takes off in the direction of the sound.
Tabito’s adrenaline gets him there faster than his sense of direction does. He doesn’t know how long it takes, but he knows that the next time his feet hit the ground, he’s face to face with an eyesore of a man. The colors are bright and sickening, giving off something similar to a poison dart frog and Tabito can feel his stomach lurch at the sight.
Before him, the man has Eita in some type of intricate hold— what seem to be slimy ribbon-like appendages are holding him to a flimsy wooden chair and Tabito can feel himself losing his composure.
“Bro, what’s your deal?” He asks, unable to come up with anything else. He genuinely doesn’t see any scenario as to why Eita of all people would be a good hostage.
“Spiderman is here!” The bright man responds instead, manically giggling in a way that made Tabito wish he could fill his ears with cement. “How perfect of you to join us!”
“Ah, so ye- your problem is with me,”
“More or less. But it was-“
“Okay sorry pal, but I don’t have time to unpack all that shit. Let the onion head go.”
“Onion head?!” Eita gasps in disbelief. Tabito ignores him.
“You’re cutting off my villain origin story?”
“Dude, I literally do not care about you.”
Tabito groans, quickly shooting a web around the leg of Eita’s hostage chair and swinging it behind him. Eita tumbles to the floor with a yelp, chair breaking as it makes contact with the floor. “Also, a college campus is a pathetic place to pick a fight,”
It’s then that Eyesore Man lunges at Tabito, slimy ribbons shooting from places that he can’t quite pinpoint. The next couple minutes seem to happen in a flash. Tabito’s adrenaline gets kicked into overdrive as he maneuvers around the almost noxious-looking appendages.
One of the ribbons, however, manages to slide across his shin, causing him to flinch slightly from the slimy feeling against his bodysuit. Tabito uses his webs to lift himself off of the ground and slings himself towards the brightly colored idiot, kicking the criminal promptly in the face before jumping away.
Eyesore Man attempts to retaliate by bringing all of his ribbons down on Tabito at once, but his spider-sense allows him to swiftly dodge out of the way. It doesn't take Tabito long to finally take down the fluorescent guy, and quickly begins to restrain the criminal with a mix of his own webs and the colorful ribbons that were intended to hurt him.
Webs spiraled around the strands of sticky ribbons and back at Dart Frog Guy, his own weapon adhering to him and wrapping him up in what is a way too flashy cocoon looking thing.
That guy literally would have been out with just a bullet to the leg, so aside from the fancy ‘super villain’ get up, Tabito couldn’t help but feel like he wasted his time.
Police sirens told him he could rest for now.
Tabito walked over to Eita, noticing the way he held his shin in pain.
“How bad’s yer leg?” Tabito asks, bending down so he’s looking up at Eita. The white haired man’s eyebrows furrow slightly in what seems like recognition and suddenly Tabito is feeling anxious all over, clearing his throat in discomfort.
“I don’t think I can walk on it,” Eita sighs a reply. He pulls his pant leg up, revealing pale skin that’s already being swarmed by a nasty dark purple bruise, probably from the way the chair broke on it. “Which is a bitch because I had plans tonight.”
“A bitch,” Tabito mirrors, putting on some false accent to deter the familiarity Eita seemed to have towards him. “I’ll get you home safe.”
Tabito stands back up and scoops Eita up into his arms in a typical bridal carry. Eita’s eyes are wide and his lips are parted— Tabito can’t help but think how beautiful he looks when the sun catches the green of his irises just the right way.
Otoya Eita was the other bothersome factor.
“You’re going to take me home, Mr. Spiderman?” He asks, obvious flirtatious notes in his tone. Tabito goes to respond, to shut him down, but then Eita’s arms wrap around his neck and Tabito’s whole brain malfunctions. “My complex is the big white and green one on Main Street,”
The only thing Tabito can bring himself to do is nod and start on his way, reminding Eita to hold on tight because swinging around on spider webs isn’t the most… comfortable first time experience.
Eita doesn’t seem to mind it too much though, seeing as after the initial fright he just settled into Tabito even further, making Tabito’s heart do a loop that it really shouldn’t have because Eita is an idiot and has been since high school when they became best friends— literally the farthest thing from his type.
Yet as Eita grew, matured, turned into a man, Tabito couldn’t deny the attraction he’d developed towards him. Even his stupid, unfunny, personality had grown on him in a way that made Tabito wonder what it’d be like if they were more than friends; not that he’d ever try and blur that line.
Then again, that’s what he thought about Kenyu until their little situation earlier.
Now was absolutely not the time to think about Kenyu.
Tabito finally landed in front of the doors of the apartment complex, almost ready to just drop Eita off until he realized the fucker couldn’t walk.
“What’s the room number?” He asked, hoping Eita didn’t notice that he didn’t ask for a key to get into the building. It seemed that luck was at least partially on his side, because Eita just responded with the number and rested his head back on Tabito’s shoulder.
He walked the familiar path all the way up to his residence and just knocked on the door instead of bothering with key cards or accidentally revealing himself. Kenyu opened the door, a somewhat shocked expression on his face.
“Toya, are you okay?”
“Mhhhmmmmm,” He hummed. “My boyfriend saved me.”
It took everything out of Tabito to not snort at the comment, though Kenyu didn’t even try hiding his.
“Yeah, okay. Thanks Spiderman,” He said, allowing Tabito to transfer Eita’s weight over to Kenyu instead so he could bring him inside.
“Why are you not shocked that Spiderman just brought me home?”
“Ohhh man!” Kenyu tried again. “That’s the real Spiderman?!”
There’s no way anyone was believing this.
“This has been lovely, but I gotta go,” Tabito excused himself so he could quickly get in through his own window before Eita got suspicious at his lack of presence. “Take care of that leg.”
Slipping into his window was surprisingly easy today compared to others, so he did his best to change into his regular clothes and go out to the living room in a not-suspicious amount of time. He ran into Kenyu in the hallway on the way there.
“Did you like my performance?” He asked.
“Yer so full of shit,” Tabito responded, trying to hide his snicker. “That was horrible.”
“There’s a reason why I’m a model and not an actor, okay? Your little princess wants to see you,”
The pair walked out to the living room where Eita was sprawled out on the couch, injured leg elevated on one of Kenyu’s beloved decorative pillows.
“Dude you literally missed it!” Eita groaned, trying his best to flip over onto his side to face the two better. “Spiderman literally brought me here. Carried me. Swung me through the fucking city! He literally wants me so bad,”
Not a lie, Tabito thought, but he wasn’t going to entertain Eita’s non-delusions. “He was just doing his job, makin’ sure you don’t die or whatever,”
“I’m so fucking pissed my leg is hurt because I swear if it wasn’t, I would have been down on my kn-“
“Okay, that’s a little tmi,” Kenyu said, affectionately patting Eita’s head. “And a lot not straight.”
“I’m so straight! Everyone is gay for Spiderman! Don’t even lie Yukki, you want him too,”
Kenyu glanced over in Tabito’s direction, a gaze that made him weak in the knees. The look was gone as soon as it was there, and then he was looking straight back at Eita.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Tabito choked on his saliva.