You were walking home after class. You heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle. Peter pulled up next to you, slowing down slightly to avoid kicking up dust. He removed his helmet, and his usually disheveled hair was even more ruffled from the fast ride. His eyes were filled with his usual cockiness, but there was a subtle smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Hey, do you need a ride home?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. You knew that Peter always treated you with special care, even if he denied it himself. Either he just didn't like showing his feelings, or he was afraid that they would make him vulnerable.