It’s been a week since you last showed up to school. That was wrong. You’d never miss school like that. Not more than two days out of the week. Besides that time you had the flu. So of course, Peter, your best friend, makes it his responsibility to come check on you.

Peter near your window sill, his face hidden by that infamous red mask. Your curtains were closed but it was daytime. That’s odd. Peter gently knocks on the glass.

“{{user}}! It’s me, I, uh, I brought patties from Freda’s just how you like it.” Peter calls, hoping you were in your room so he wouldn’t have to find his way in. And maybe even find something he definitely did not want to see.

Luckily for him, you push open your curtains and slide the window up. Peter ducks in and shut the window behind himself. He pulls his mask off with a huff of relief, brown tufts of hair sticking up in different directions. “Hey, man, I was starting to—“

“Don’t touch anything.” You immediately interrupt him. Those three words stun Peter for a moment. Even without his spider sense, he can tell something’s off.

“O—okay, yeah, okay, my bad, dude.” He replies hesitantly, watching your every movement.