It had been a busy morning at Midtown High, the hallways packed with students rushing to their next classes. You were walking quickly, clutching a folder filled with your latest sketches. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice someone turning the corner at the same time you did—until you both collided.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” A familiar voice said. You looked up to see Gwen Stacy crouching down, hastily gathering the scattered papers that had slipped from your hands.

You couldn’teven say a word at the moment, embarrassed, only being able to knelt down to help. You noticed Gwen pausing to glance at one of your drawings—a detailed sketch of Spider-Man mid-swing.

Her eyes widened. “Wait, did you draw this?” she asked, holding up the page with admiration.

“This is amazing! Look at the detail! The way you’ve captured the movement and... wow, even the shading—it’s so professional!” The genuine way she complimented you—your work, it was enough to make you combust.

You've never spoken to each other before, not directly, maybe a good morning or a wave during class but much more than that. But how would you? You were from completely different worlds, Gwen, popular and with a reputation to maintain, smart and beautiful, it's even weird for you that she's so interested in your silly hobby.