Requested by @_gtfobea
I might do Bucky... Still deciding.

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Peter felt his palms sweat as he glanced around the class anxiously.

00:02:56

The seconds ticked by as Peter waited anxiously for his special someone.

He's met some of the people in class.

Could it be the Queen Bee? He wondered, sparing a glance at the popular queens of the school. Most likely not. He decided, seeing them talk gossip.

Who could it be? He wondered, impatiently as he counted the possibilities of him meeting someone that he never looked at in his class. He just couldn't wait.

He was so ready to find someone, to show someone who he was, to share things, to love.

The bell rang, along with students scrambling back to there's eats as the teacher walked in.

A student trailed behind him, her h/c hair hidden under her grey hoodie as she clutched on to her binder in her arms.

The teacher set down his coffee as he sent a strained grin to the class.

"Class, this is Y/N, she moved from (hometown) to New York." He introduced.

The girl didn't look up, just continue studying her black converse.

Was this her?

He glanced down at his wrist which still marked numbers.

00:00:34

The possibility was high.

"Treat her well." The teacher finished.

Finally, the girl looked up, scanning the entire class room.

Peter looked away, trying not to be caught staring as she walked down the aisle.

He pushed his black, thick glasses up his nose as he buried himself in his textbook.

"Can I sit here?"

He looked up to meet shiny e/c eyes.

A swarm of butterflies exploded in his chest as his senses intensified, spotting everything about how perfect this was, straight out of a fairy tale. His world sudden to made sense.

Everything was right, what seemed like a cloudy day, vanished, showing him a clear blue sky.

It was too overwhelming.

Peter felt his voice and gasp got tangled up in his esophagus. His mind turned blank as his mouth fell open like a gaping fish.

The girl just widen her eyes as she gasped softly.

The class around them didn't pay attention, too busy getting out their supplies.

"Sit down, Y/N." The teacher said, tiredly.

Y/N bit her plump pink lips, which Peter felt the urge to kiss.

"So... Can I sit here?" She asked.

"Uh—yeah, sure." Peter fumbled.

His fingers shoved his backpack off the chair next to him, making everyone turn around.

Peter blushed as he tried not to melt his face off with the temperature his face was becoming.

The teacher droned on and on about something, but all Peter could hear was his pounding thoughts and her face stamped in his mind as thoughts surround her.

"Hey." She finally whispered.

"H-Hey." Peter whispered back.

A awkward silence fell between them as the class around them continued.

"So..." She casually laid her wrist across the desk. "Soulmates, huh?"

Peter glanced at her wrist, which the numbers vanishing in a f/c ombré color.

Peter held out his wrist, which was disappearing as well.

Their wrist touched as they admired the colors fading.

"Yeah," he said, breathless. "soul mates."

They shared small smiles as a warm feeling erupted in their chest as they didn't dare to move, scared the warm feeling might go away.

The feeling of completion.

And finally, they where complete, everything fell in place, the world around them cleared, and smiles where shared.