SPIDERMAN [JMJ]

7

Ken couldn’t focus during class. The conversation with Wenny replayed in her mind over and over again, the weight of her secret heavier than ever. She knew Wenny was getting closer to uncovering the truth, and it terrified her. Ken had always been good at keeping her distance, maintaining her double life as Spider-Man and a regular student. But now, with Wenny constantly pushing, it was getting harder to keep the walls up.

As the school day came to an end, Ken slipped out quietly, hoping to avoid Wenny for the rest of the day. She couldn’t face her, not with all the emotions swirling inside her. Instead, Ken grabbed her motorcycle and sped off into the city, needing the rush of the wind against her face to clear her thoughts.

She rode aimlessly, the streets of Tokyo a blur as she let the noise of the city drown out her inner turmoil. But no matter how fast she went, she couldn’t outrun the nagging feeling inside her.

What if Wenny finds out? she thought, gripping the handlebars tightly. What if she gets hurt because of me?

Ken didn’t stop riding until she reached the outskirts of the city, where the buildings gave way to quiet, winding roads. She parked her motorcycle near a secluded park and sat down on a bench, staring out at the trees swaying in the breeze. It was peaceful here, far away from the chaos of her double life.

For a moment, she let herself relax, closing her eyes and breathing in the fresh air. But even here, alone, she couldn’t shake the weight on her chest.

I should have never let Wenny get this close, she thought. It’s dangerous for her, and for me.

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Meanwhile, back at school, Wenny wasn’t giving up. She had spent the rest of the day thinking about Ken and her strange behavior. There was something more going on, something Ken wasn’t telling her, and Wenny was determined to figure it out.

She had tried talking to Ken, but it was like hitting a brick wall. Every time Wenny got close, Ken would pull away, leaving her with more questions than answers. It was frustrating, to say the least.

After school, Wenny walked home with a frown on her face, her mind still occupied with thoughts of Ken. As she crossed the busy streets, she couldn’t help but replay every interaction they’d had over the past few weeks, trying to piece together the puzzle.

Why is she always running off? Why does she act like she’s hiding something?

Wenny had always been curious by nature, but this was different. It wasn’t just about finding out Ken’s secret—it was about understanding her. There was something about Ken that drew Wenny in, despite the cold exterior Ken put up. Maybe it was the way Ken carried herself, like she was bearing the weight of the world on her shoulders. Or maybe it was the flashes of vulnerability Wenny had seen, brief moments where Ken seemed almost human, like she wasn’t as tough as she pretended to be.

Whatever it was, Wenny couldn’t let it go.

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Later that evening, Ken returned home, exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the day. She dropped her motorcycle helmet on the floor and collapsed onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. The moonlight filtered through her window, casting soft shadows across the room.

Her phone buzzed, and Ken lazily reached over to check it. It was a message from Wenny.

“I know you’re hiding something. Just tell me. I’m not going to judge you, Ken. I just want to understand.”

Ken’s heart clenched as she read the message. She didn’t know how to respond, or if she even should. Wenny deserved the truth, but could Ken really put her in danger like that? Could she risk losing her, or worse, seeing her get hurt because of the life Ken led?

Her phone buzzed again with another message.

“Please. I care about you, and I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

Ken stared at the words on the screen, her chest tightening with conflicting emotions. She wanted to tell Wenny everything, to open up and finally stop hiding. But the fear of what could happen held her back.

She typed a reply, her fingers trembling slightly.

“It’s not that simple, Wenny. You wouldn’t understand. I can’t put you in danger.”

She hit send before she could second-guess herself and tossed the phone onto her bed. Ken ran a hand through her hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. No matter how much she wanted to protect Wenny, she knew things were spiraling out of control.

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Wenny read Ken’s message, her frustration mounting. Danger? What does she mean by danger? The cryptic response only made Wenny more determined to find out the truth. She wasn’t going to let this go, not now, not when she was so close.

As she lay in bed that night, Wenny made up her mind. If Ken wasn’t going to tell her what was going on, she would find out on her own.

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The next day...

Ken was walking to school, her thoughts once again weighed down by the pressure of balancing her secret life. She hadn’t responded to Wenny’s last message, and the tension between them was only growing. As she neared the school entrance, Ken spotted Wenny waiting for her by the gates, arms crossed, her expression serious.

Ken’s stomach dropped. She wasn’t ready for another confrontation, not now.

TBC.