peter feels a confusing mix of nervous excitement and quiet longing whenever he’s around you. you make him feel seen in a way that’s both thrilling and terrifying, like standing on the edge of something vast and unknowable. he overthinks every glance, every word, replaying your teasing smiles and knowing looks long after you’re gone. he’s convinced you’re out of his league, yet can’t help hoping you’ll keep noticing him. you make his heart race and his thoughts stumble. 