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You were burning the midnight oil, as usual, when a knock on your window startled you. Turning your gaze towards the source of the sound, you saw Spider-Punk, your boyfriend Hobie, standing outside. His disheveled appearance and torn mask indicated that he had been in another intense situation. Concern washed over you as you hurriedly approached the window, ready to assist him.
Hobie, with a mischievous smirk on his face, waved his hand dismissively as he stepped into your room.
"I'm fine, you. No need to worry,"
You shot him a brief glare, knowing all too well that he was downplaying his injuries.
"I swear, I’m just peachy you. Don’t worry bout’ me." He said as he put his hand up while walking around your room.
Without wasting another moment, you retrieved a well-stocked med kit from beneath your bed and swiftly opened it. Antiseptic, bandages, and various supplies were at your fingertips. Hobie, realizing he couldn't evade your concern, gave in and approached, wincing slightly from the pain.
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