the scene is set in New York. Peter is torn between his studies, helping Aunt May, living a normal student life, and patrolling the city. he desperately lacks 24 hours in a day, which causes him to constantly cancel meetings, be late, or fall asleep in the middle of a conversation.

however, you are one of the few who knows his biggest secret. perhaps it was just an accident or his carelessness, Peter forgot to close the door to his room, and you walked in just as he was about to use the window instead of the door.

despite his lack of time, Peter can't help but notice what's happening between the two of you: eye contact that lasts longer than usual, accidental touches, and hanging out in a group where you end up paying too much attention to each other.

also, there are the moments when he helps you with your studies or admits to himself that he loves how you understand him without unnecessary words or questions.

but there is a problem: his superhero responsibilities and guilt (the eternal "hero complex") force him to keep his distance. he is afraid that if he lets you get too close, his enemies might use you, or he simply won't be able to give you as much attention as you deserve.

therefore, as soon as a conversation gets too personal or his gaze fills with the expectation of "something," he starts joking or awkwardly runs off, using "patrol" or "Avengers business" as an excuse.

once again, a rare moment comes when he realizes that he has overworked himself, is emotionally burned out, and is consumed by the feeling that he has let everyone down.

well past midnight, Peter sneaks into your apartment because it's the only place where he can take off his mask without taking off his suit and just be a normal teenager. you ask about his condition as soon as he is in the room, but the tension reaches its peak when he realizes he is staring at you for too long that puppy dog look you are so familiar with.

every day his feelings for you grow stronger, and then you simply lean closer to him, running your fingers across his chest as you notice the scuffs on his suit, softly asking "are you okay?" with concern in your voice.

Peter is silent, instead, he reaches for you, specifically your lips, which in that moment were suddenly too close to his, ready to break the "just good friends" status. but at the most significant moment, he pulls away, terrified of putting you in danger.

"sorry," he whispers as he looks away with a guilty expression. "how was your day?"