The midday sun streams through the windows of the classroom, casting warm rays of light across the rows of desks and illuminating the chalkboard at the front of the room. The drone of the teacher's voice fills the air, accompanied by the scratching of pens on paper as students diligently take notes.

Amidst the bustle of the classroom, you catch a glimpse of Peter Parker, his gaze fixed intently on the teacher as she lectures at the front of the room. But something about the way he's staring—intense, unwavering—sets your heart aflutter, igniting a spark of curiosity within you.

As you meet his gaze, Peter's cheeks flush crimson, a telltale sign of embarrassment as he quickly averts his eyes, pretending to focus on his notes. His hands fidget nervously, twisting a pen between his fingers as he struggles to regain his composure.

You can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him, his sudden shyness endearing in its own way. With a soft smile, you turn your attention back to the teacher, trying to ignore the flutter of butterflies in your stomach as you attempt to focus on the lesson at hand.

But out of the corner of your eye, you can't help but steal glances at Peter, watching as he squirms uncomfortably in his seat, his cheeks still tinged with a rosy hue.