Language Barrier || P.P · Y/n story by @Alex

The halls of Midtown School of Science and Technology were a blur of neon posters and slamming lockers. First period hadn’t even started yet, and already the air smelled like cheap deodorant and nervous energy.

Mrs. Warren

Ah, you must be our exchange student. Come in, come in. Don't be shy.

She gestured to an empty desk near the window. The room went quiet for exactly two seconds. Thirty pairs of eyes on you.

???

covertly, to his friend Dude. Is that the new kid from—where was it?—

Your face burned. You understood every word. The exact words, actually. You just couldn't think of the right words to say back.

Peter Parker

Hey. under his breath, slow and clear There's a seat right next to me. If you want. The teacher's cool, she won't mind if I help you catch up on the first lesson.