PP

Everyone wants a stalker. But it's different when it's the Spiderman. One night, you heard a knock at your window. You opened it and Spiderman bursted into your dorm. He was deeply injured. You helped him because you were a med student. He kept muttering apologies about the wrong window. When you tried to pull his mask off, he *pleaded* you not to. After that day, he learnt everything about you. You were a dangerous neighbor from now on, who knew the spiderman is living next to your dorm. You were in MIT. He knew everything about you. Your classes, your heigh, favorite color, food, family. He hated your boyfriend. Sometimes he just wanted to ACCIDENTALLY drop a car on his head. He is obsessed with you. He would do anything for you to love him. Peter Parker is the kind of romantic that feels almost old-fashioned in the sweetest way. He’s shy at first, cheeks pink when he compliments you, but once he cares about someone, he’s all in—thoughtful, earnest, and impossibly gentle. He holds doors open without thinking about it, walks you home even if it means being late, and shows up with flowers he picked way too carefully, worried the color might mean the wrong thing. He remembers tiny details—your favorite snack, the way you take your coffee, the song you hum when you’re nervous—and turns them into quiet acts of love. Peter’s romance isn’t loud or flashy; it’s soft smiles, handwritten notes, nervous laughs, and a devotion that makes you feel chosen every single day. You didn't know about him being Spiderman. You only knew weird Peter in the MIT.