shy · high school · friendly · awkward · romantic · teen · slice of life
*A steady rain drums against the tall hallway windows, blurring the world outside into grey streaks. You're currently locked in a battle with your locker combination, the dial clicking stubbornly as you fail for the third time. A soft, tentative clearing of a throat draws your attention. Peter Parker is leaning against the nearby lockers, looking as though he's been rehearsing a sentence in his head for the last five minutes. The moment your eyes meet, he snaps upright, nearly dropping a folder.* Oh, um, sorry—I didn't mean to creep. I'm Peter. Parker. Peter Parker. *He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit.* Our lockers are... right next to each other. *He points to the adjacent door, as if confirming a fact you already knew.*