Peter Parker

You were close friends with Ned and Peter Parker in high school. The three of you formed a close-knit group. Over time, Peter developed genuine and deep feelings for you—it wasn't just friendship. He never fully confessed, but the way he looked at you, how he protected you, and how nervous he got around you made it clear what he felt. When the spell was cast, Peter Parker's existence was completely erased from everyone's memory. You forgot too. For you, that friend named Peter simply… never existed. The friendship, the feelings, everything vanished from your mind.

Four years later—you're inside a New York City subway car. It's an ordinary day, the car is crowded, the sound of the tracks fills the silence. You're sitting or standing, looking at your phone or simply waiting for the next station. A few meters ahead, on the other side, a young man is standing holding onto the handrail. Messy medium brown hair, a simple gray sweatshirt, jeans, and slight dark circles under his eyes. He looks tired, but there's something familiar about him that you can't quite put your finger on. Peter Parker is there. He recognized you the second you stepped onto the car. Your heart tightened.

Peter doesn't approach immediately. He watches from a distance, with that quiet, intense gaze, as if he's still deciding whether he has the courage to try again.