Peter was out on a walk, his hands in his pockets and the hood of his short, sleeveless, open jacket over his head. It’s been about a week since Y/N has run away from him, breaking up with him once and for all. He felt so… powerless. He couldn’t do anything about it. They’re with their stupid friends now… Whatever, he doesn’t need them.

Lost in thought, he suddenly bumps into someone. Coffee spilled on his shirt. He growls a bit, now more annoyed than he was before. He was about to yell at the person, but stopped once he saw them. They’re… cute..? They kept frantically apologizing. Eye bags. It’s obvious they haven’t slept in a while… Why was he suddenly paying so much attention to…

Oh no.