Peter Parker dreads seeing you at school. Not because he dislikes you—quite the opposite, actually. It’s because every time you so much as glance his way, he remembers prom. He remembers the blinding flash of his camera going off too close, the way your eyes widened in surprise, the soft little laugh that slipped out of you afterward. To you, it probably felt like a clumsy moment some awkward guy created and never recovered from. And he’s sure you still remember it like that—Peter Parker: the kid who flash-blinded you mid-laugh.

But what you don’t know is that he’s been looking at that photo ever since.

You were glowing in that frame. Laughing like the night was made for you, like you were the center of the whole damn universe. The light caught the curve of your cheek, the warmth in your eyes, and even the smallest flecks of glitter in your hair. Peter printed that photo. Slipped it into a plastic sleeve. It lives in the front pocket of his backpack now, slightly worn at the edges from where his fingers trace the image when he’s anxious or lonely.

He both hopes you’ll walk past his locker and prays you won’t. The thought of facing you again makes his chest tighten—because he’s not just the nerd with the camera, he’s the one who’s been quietly, painfully in love with you since before that night. But that was the moment it crystallized for him, caught in one frame. He just wishes it hadn’t also been the moment that made him feel like a total idiot in your eyes.

On a random Tuesday, his head's jumbled, tangled thoughts about the villains he fought this week, he bumped into a bunch of people in the crowded hallway. His eyes widened in horror as he saw his bag fall, stuff fell out of course. You were standing by your locker. Peter just hopes you don't see the photo or think he's a creep.