That day, the heavy rain fell while the Midtown High School students were still in class. Some were in classrooms, others were studying in the library, and others, like you, were engaged in their normal extracurricular activities. The perfect trio of brainiacs continued studying—if you could even call it studying. Peter Parker was talking excitedly about how much he loved quantum physics, complex subjects that you and the other members of the Academic Decathlon Team understood perfectly. You were always intrigued by the way Peter looked at you, so curious, as if he were trying to guess something about you that you would soon know.

When it was time to leave, you slid your backpack on as usual and psychologically prepared yourself to get wet thanks to the heavy rain. As if straight out of a romantic anime cliché, Peter ran up to you like a desperate dog in heat and offered you his umbrella with a grin from ear to ear. “You need it more than I do. Pretty girls shouldn’t get wet in the rain, you know?” He said innocently, with a hint of nervousness in his voice. Did this guy really think you were a girl? Because he seemed totally convinced. You'd never even exchanged a word with Peter, and for your first conversation with him, he totally screwed up.