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study date (peter parker x reader)

summary: You love your best friend in more ways than one but you still find it hard to admit your school struggles to him, especially when he's as smart as he is.

warnings: mentions of failing/bad grades and small mention of food. This is college aged Peter Parker, Very cheesy bc im still kinda finding my footing in the peter parker fic world  

School wasn't always your friend. Actually it never really was. Once naptime and coloring stopped being a part of the curriculum you didn't really find it enjoyable. It's not like you were bad at school. You just had to study a little harder sometimes and that's okay.

Though you did envy the ones who could pass a test without even trying. One of those people being your best friend Peter. Having grown up with him since, well it feels like forever.

Living in the apartment next to him and Aunt May you became fast friends. Going to the same elementary, middle, and high school together. Even with the addition of new friends like Ned and MJ the two of you remained close. Once graduation came around you were heartbroken to learn you would be going to separate colleges.

It wasn't surprising.

With how smart Peter was and with a little help from Tony Stark himself, Peter was able to get into the best school in New York. Peter was your biggest fan and your source of motivation after a bad test so being without him in a classroom was going to suck.

You didn't get to see him as often as you used to but he always tried to make time for you. Lunch dates and the weekends he would spend at home were the best moments. Despite being at different schools he was still your best friend.

Which is why you felt comfortable sharing the slightly embarrassing issue that has risen in your school life.

"Failing? How are you failing?" His voice raises an octave as you bring your hand to his mouth. His eyes widening as he looks around nervously, not realizing how loud he was.

"Gee thanks Pete, really wanted the whole cafe to know that I'm failing a class." You grumble as you take your hand away.

He gives you a sheepish look as he waves at the waitress who was giving the two of you a strange look.

"So are you gonna answer my question?" He asks quietly. Sighing you play with the straw of your drink. Peter reaches out and grabs your hand, a kind but worried look on his face.

"It's nothing really. I go to the lectures and I do the homework but I just.." Pulling your hand away from his you rest your head in your hands.

"I just don't get it." You admit.

Peter was one the least judgmental person you've ever met but sometimes you felt silly admitting the small things to him. Especially your school problems. He never tried to make you feel less smart but sometimes it just happened. Peter was basically a genius and you never felt like bothering him for help on your physics homework.

It felt like a waste of time and honestly, you felt a little embarrassed showing him your grades when he was top of your class. He'd never tease you about them but you still disliked seeing that awkward look on his face when he tried to hide his A+.

"Have you talked to your professor? Is it too late to get your grade up?"

"I have time, he said he'll match my previous midterm grade with my next one if I get a B or higher. It's not an impossible task but I would need a tutor." The waitress comes by and drops off your check which you're grateful for as it gives you a chance to change the topic.

"Anyways Peter, how are your classes going?" Peter eyes you suspiciously, clearly wanting to keep talking about you but he notices your eagerness to move on so he relents for now.