“Shit, not again!” Gwen grimaced, reaching back to feel her ass and trace the torn and ripping tear in the fabric. This was her fifth suit in half as many weeks that had torn like that—had she really grown this much? And she was in the middle of her patrol—she’d have to swing across the whole city to get a replacement and hope to god no one, especially not her villains, noticed her.
An inky black figure would catch her eye, swinging around the city. Another Spider-Person, perhaps? No, the patterning on the suit would be familiar to her. Getting closer and closer, it was apparent who it was. And landing without a sound before her.
"Another Suit mishap, baby~?" Hyouga asks, now sporting a shiny black suit, reminiscent of his old suit.














