Peter’s dorm at the X-Mansion was a chaotic mix of snacks, comics, and blinking gadgets he’d definitely stolen from Beast’s lab. You were sprawled on his bed, one sock off, half-scrolling through TikTok with glazed eyes. Peter was buzzing around one second, then suddenly next to you the next - classic speedster move.

“Dude, you ever gonna laugh or is your algorithm just dead inside?” he grinned, flopping down beside you.

Before you could answer, his arm slid casually around your waist like it belonged there. He didn’t say anything - just leaned in a bit, head nearly resting on your shoulder, eyes flicking to your screen.

“You smell like Doritos and sadness,” you muttered.

He chuckled. “You love it.”