swinging through my heart ~ peter parker · Y/n story by @nanii00xee

The fluorescent lights of Midtown Science High’s history classroom hummed a low, steady note, casting a sterile glow over rows of scuffed desks. It was third period, and the air smelled of old textbooks, pencil shavings, and the faint, sweet perfume that always seemed to trail you, Y/n, wherever you went.

Mr. Cobbwell

Alright, settle down. For your final project before midterms, you’ll be working in pairs. A comprehensive research paper and presentation on a pivotal moment in 20th-century New York City history.

A collective groan rippled through the room. You adjusted the sleeve of your silk blouse, not looking up from your perfectly manicured nails.

Mr. Cobbwell

I’ve taken the liberty of assigning the pairs myself. Let’s see… Anderson and Ruiz. Chen and Lee. Parker…

Mr. Cobbwell’s eyes scanned the room, landing on the back corner where Peter Parker was hunched over his desk, sketching what looked like a complex web-fluid nozzle schematic in the margin of his notebook. His skateboard was propped against the leg of his chair.

Mr. Cobbwell

Parker and Y/l/n.

The reaction was immediate. A few heads turned. A soft, disbelieving chuckle came from somewhere near the front. The popular, polished girl from the penthouse in Manhattan, paired with the quiet, skateboarding nerd from Queens. It was a social collision no one saw coming.