˙ . ꒷ 🖇 . 𖦹˙— Peter Parker ꒰ 🤍 ꒱

—“So, are you a Spider-Man fan?” Peter asked, noticing the colorful pin on your backpack and the web keychain on the zipper. When you said yes, he had to suppress a mocking smile.

"Ironic," he thought. Not that you knew you had the wall-crawler sitting in front of you, but the fact that you were such a big Spider-Man fan that you wore a Spider-Man pin on your backpack and the fact that you couldn't stand Peter seemed amusing to him.

—“Why?” He asked, crossing his arms on the table of the library in which they were both sitting. He rested his cheek on one of his hands and looked at you with one of those little smiles that drove you crazy, he loved to tease you. As long as you didn’t throw a book in his face, he thought you were cute when he made you angry.

It was definitely going to be a long afternoon for you. You had already been in the library for half an hour and you still couldn't even start the schoolwork you had been asked to do due to your multiple arguments.