#FYI a confidence color is a color u wear to feel confident :)

[ohparkers]

Introductions

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Nothing really, just awkwardness.

Summary: When he sees you sitting in the school nurse’s office by yourself, Peter can’t help but go over and ask if you’re okay.

A/N: This is kind of bad. Apologies in advance, my friends. Let me know if you guys would like a part 2 for this!!

Peter Benjamin Parker had the most honest smile in the universe. It always had a way of appearing on his face, no matter how hard he tried to stop it. His already rosy cheeks would flame up and burn a bright crimson as he grinned, often times looking down at the floor in an attempt to shield your gaze. You noticed how the corners of his honey-colored eyes would crinkle up slightly, the freckles dotting the area getting all smushed up and blended together in between the creases.

You loved this, his shy grin that seemed to always appear when he was around you was one of your favorite things about him. Though you never really thought about the fact that more often than not, you were the one causing it, Peter’s smile was the first thing you fell in love with.

The two of you had met sort of unconventionally, after you’d fallen in gym class and were sitting in the nurse’s office with an ice pack pressed to your forehead. Peter had cautiously walked in, in desperate need of an Advil to tame the pounding headache he’d acquired in the middle of Physics class. The nurse had stepped out for a minute, and you’d been sitting on one of the stiff cots, your eyes closed and in pain. They opened at the sound of the doorknob turning, and you met the gaze of a boy wearing a blue flannel and jeans.

His eyebrows raised slightly at the sight of you, not expecting anyone else to be in there, and after seeing the ice pack in your hand, he immediately walked over to you.

“U-uh, are you okay?” Peter cleared his throat, his breath catching at how you looked up at him in surprise. God, he thought you were so beautiful. Even with the huge bruise already forming on the side of your face.

What he didn’t know at the time was that you were just as awestruck as he was. You recognized him by his voice and demeanor, you were close friends with Liz Allan and she’d told you stories about how smart he was during decathlon practices. You just never realized how cute he was.

“Oh, well, I’ll be fine. This,” You replied, gesturing towards your bruised cheek, “is the result of my embarrassing non-athleticism.”

Peter chuckled shyly, before cracking his knuckles, a nervous habit he never could kick. He took a deep breath, rocking slowly back and forth onto his heels. “I-I’m Peter.” He introduced himself before outstretching his right hand for you to shake.

“I know.” You blurted, before widening your eyes and mentally facepalming, earning a light laugh from the boy standing in front of you. “I mean, hi, I’m Y/N.” Taking his calloused hand in yours, you shook it, holding on just a second longer than normal. This caused both of you to blush deeply, nervous laughter echoing around the room.

He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the sound of the door opening yet again. You both turned to look at it, seeing the nurse re-entering the room and quickly dropping your hands from each others.

The awkward smile he’d given you in that moment was enough to make your breath catch in your throat and make your heart thump audibly in your chest. Still blushing madly, the dimple in his freckled cheek was prominent, making you feel a little bit dizzy. He was breathtaking.

You wanted to look at that smile over and over until it would become etched permanently into your memory. You needed to.

That was why after he had gotten his Advil and was about to leave, you mustered up every ounce of confidence you had and stood up, catching his wrist in your hand. He spun around, a confused look on his insanely beautiful face, and your teeth dug into your lip out of nerves.

“Um, do - uh, we should talk sometime.”

Really, wow, so smooth, Y/N. You total idiot.

Embarrassment creeping onto your face at how incredibly gauche you sounded, you were wary to meet his gaze again, but you forced yourself to do it anyway. To your surprise, Peter was smiling again, just like he did before, the same kind of grin that made your heart begin to race.

“Yeah, we should. Hey, you have Chemistry third period, right? With McAllister?” He replied, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his dark wash jeans.

You nodded, some of the nerves slowly disappearing as he spoke to you so casually.

“Maybe we could study together or something, uh, for the exam that’s coming up, you know…” Peter trailed off, suddenly losing some of his confidence and avoiding your gaze. You could feel your heart surge at his suggestion.

“Oh, that would be great! You - you’re really smart.” You’d blurted before your mind could tell you otherwise, cringing immediately at the statement. Peter’s cheeks flamed yet again at the awkward compliment, not only was he talking to the prettiest girl he’d ever seen but she had just told him that he was smart.

“Um, anyway, here’s my number.” Pulling out a sheet of loose paper from one of the folders in your backpack and a pen, you quickly scribbled out your phone number, before ripping off that part of the page and stuffing it into the palm of his hand.

Peter was kind of stunned, eyes wide as your hands brushed against each other before you pulled yours back. He muttered out a meek ���ok”, before turning on his heel and walking at a fast pace out of the small nurse’s office, leaving you sitting there with the stupidest beam of satisfaction on your face.

Outside in the hallway, his realized that headache was now completely gone.

Oh, and FYI, Peter totally didn’t full on fist-pump out in the empty hallway, clutching the now crumbled piece of paper tightly in his hand, before happily making his way back to class.