Ultra Responsibility (My Hero Academia X Spider-Man Reader)

Issue 52 - Encounter

I couldn't ignore it anymore. I needed to talk to him. So before class started I took the gamble, I found myself at the foot of Harry's penthouse. A place usually quite chill, I'd come here often, so much it was like a second home. Well that use to be the case.

But here I was taking the elevator feeling nervous.

I stood in the corner, hood down, hands tucked into my jacket pockets, watching the numbers tick up. Each ding felt like a countdown to a conversation I'd been rehearsing in my head for two weeks straight.

Harry... I'm sorry.

Too simple.

Harry, I didn't tell you because I was scared.

Too true.

Harry, I lied because I wanted to keep you safe, and because I didn't know how to be your friend without ruining your life.

Way too much. I wasn't trying to monologue like I was in a drama club audition.

I rubbed my thumb over the seam of my sleeve and tried again.

Look... I messed up. Bad. But I'm here now. I'm not running from it anymore. I want to make it right.

That one felt... doable.

The doors slid open with a soft shh.

Penthouse level.

I stepped forward and the world immediately froze.

Norman Osborn stood there like he'd been waiting for the elevator to deliver him a problem. Perfect suit. Perfect hair. Perfect smile that didn't reach his eyes.

My brain did that thing where it tries to reboot when it meets something it doesn't like. I stopped mid-step. My throat went dry.

Osborn looked me up and down with the casual interest someone might give a street performer. Then he stepped into the elevator with me.

He didn't move aside.

He didn't ask why I was here.

He just reached out and pressed the button for the ground floor.

And the doors closed.

The hum of the elevator returned, but everything else went quiet. Even my thoughts seemed to step back and let the tension take centre stage.

Norman folded his hands in front of him, staring at the reflection of us both in the mirrored wall.

"So," he said mildly, like we were discussing weather. "Y/N Parker is Spider-Man."

I didn't answer.

Norman tilted his head, as if tasting the words. "Who would have known? Must be... inspiring." He turned his eyes to me. "To have so many eyes on you. So many fans."

He smiled a little wider.

"And yet," he added, softer. "So many enemies."

I swallowed. "I'm here to speak to Harry."

Norman didn't blink. "There will be no need for that."

My jaw tightened. "That's not your choice."

"It is," he said calmly, "when my son has made his stance quite clear. Harry does not want to see you again."

The words landed like a slap, not because I hadn't expected them... but because hearing them from him made it feel official. Like a stamp on paper. Like a door locking.

"A shame," Norman continued, sounding almost disappointed in the world rather than me. "Truly. But what can one do? A father must respect his child's wishes."