oh, pretty boy [ peter parker ]

𝟬𝟬𝟱. if i'm being honest.

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tasm!peter parker being the type of person to say; "I can fix him" when seeing you sitting alone during class.

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I was told this is where I would start loving myself

Your hands were trembling, but you seemed to control your face into the brightest smile Peter had ever seen you manage. In science class, you were being praised for your efforts in creating an overwhelmingly flawless presentation.

Perfect enough to propel your school to the top of one of the state's most prestigious science and biology exhibitions. The way the class applauded you should have made you feel like a true scientist. 

But you felt very little to be proud of about the sleepless nights that left you fueled by energy drinks and loud music blaring through your headphones, shuffling through the lab with your hair knotted up in autopilot, a few curly strands slipping past the elastic and covering your face as the bags under your eyes grew large.

Peter's eyes would always seem to seek you out in the one class that the two of you shared, common for he'd catch you drifting off. 

As you seemed to be engrossed in your own world, he lingered within his own half-finished project. Peter watched as your fingertips tapped rhythmlessly against your gentle dark bronze cheek as your chin rested in your palm gazing out the window.

Admiring how the acne and dark spots on your face appeared to be dark freckles in the sunlight's frame. He admired the way you carried yourself around with such gentleness, the steps you took swiftly leading your long legs to carry you with strides that were paced as if every step you took had meaning.

But Peter also noticed how you avoided other people, almost as if you were terrified of interactions as your voice was too small for the imposing figure you held. 

He would watch from afar as your face twitched in an uncomfortable grimace when people rushed up to your desk as if their mere presence would mock the experiment that was spread out in your workspace. 

It's almost as if you remembered how the perfect little world you'd built around yourself crumbled beneath your feet with every social interaction.

"Since when did you take interest in [Y/N] [L/N]?" Gwen's voice would frequently jolt Peter out of the trance you seemed to have unknowingly put him in.

"I'm not interested he just seems like a pretty chill guy, you know." Gwen locked her overanalyzing gaze on your slouched figure, almost as if you could feel her overbearing eyes burning a hole into the side of your face. 

Your head tilted as you caught her attention, giving the woman a small sheepish grin before quickly returning to the maintenance of your project.

"he does seem like a nice guy but you can tell he has some major social anxiety" Peter hummed the hidden response to make it appear that he was uninterested in the new information. To be honest, he had no idea there were different types of anxiety.

Flirting's delicious, proved to be beneficial for mental health

Peter was getting in over his head, almost daring you to look at him as he spent more and more time in science, ignoring his classwork in exchange for doing anything to catch your eye. When you broke away from your routine to go to the pencil sharpener across the room, the male would struggle to stand.

The young superhero almost envied you as you seemed to remember where each desk was located, curving your way through the room with such efficiency. As he trailed you for a long time, he only managed to bump into a few backpacks and knock against a few desks.