Peter doesn't notice at first that his tee shirts are slowly but steadily disappearing. He makes subconscious excuses for his lost clothing, thinking maybe he had left a shirt in the alley, or that it was probably in the laundry. But when you walk into the lunchroom on a warm April morning, you're wearing his physics shirt, his very favorite shirt in the world, with the front of the shirt tucked carefully behind the button of your skinny jeans, some converse paired with your outfit. Peter's mouth hangs agape and when you greet him with a confused smile, he narrows his eyes and closes his mouth.
"Is that my shirt?" He asks accusingly, and you look down as though you had forgotten you were even wearing it, which you hadn't, of course. It smelled too much like him for you to ever forget you were wearing it.
"Oh, yeah. You probably left it at my house or something." You wave your hand, and though he isn't any less suspicious, he turns back to his and Ned's conversation. You smile victoriously and pick at the food he's left for you on his tray, only half listening to the conversation. Peter mentions going to his house after school, turning to you after Ned agrees.
"Y/N?" He asks, still eyeing his shirt.
"Hm? Oh, yeah. That sounds fine." You say, turning your attention to your phone. Peter sighs and turns his attention back to Ned. Resting his hand instinctively on your thigh, you smile and rest one of your own on top of it. The class bell rings shortly after and you press a sweet kiss to Peter's temple and swing your backpack over on of your shoulders before walking to class.
Peter's frustrated.
By the slam of his front door, he's made it obvious to not only you and Ned, but also May that he isn't in the mood for jabbing tonight. Of course, he hasn't told you what's wrong. You knew he wouldn't as long as Ned was here and the two of you weren't wrapped together under the comforter on his bed. You assume it might have something to do with his AP Calculus test that was today, which you knew he was struggling with. On top of this, you noticed that he was particularly grumpy at lunch today, which wasn't usual in the slightest for him.
Things are understandably awkward as the three of you sat in various places of Peter's bedroom. Peter was at his desk, reading a textbook and ignoring the two of you behind him. You're on his top bunk and Ned is on his bottom, and since you know Peter can't see you, your torso is hanging over the side of the bed and you're currently having a very concerned silent conversation with your best friend. Ned's eyes widen as Peter spins around in his chair to find the two of you glaring harshly at each other. Turning your head to face your boyfriend, you grin innocently. He attempts a smile, but it quickly fails and he steps out his bedroom to, presumably, speak to May.
"What the fuck is his problem?" You asked quickly, jumping from Peter's bed and pacing the floor.
"I don't know, but he's never like this. I'm kind of nervous." Ned says, and you nod.
"Ned, I will take care of this. I think it would be best if you left." You suggest, and he gladly nods.
"I'll see you tomorrow." He says, slinging his bag on his back and quickly making an exit, muttering a quiet goodbye to Peter on his way out. It isn't long until Peter is walking back in, sitting in his chair and spinning back to face his textbook.
"Peter," You start carefully, and he turns to face you, his expression blank. "what happened?" You ask.
"Nothing."
"That's a lie." You say obviously, and he sighs.
"I failed my calc test." Selfishly, you internally high five yourself for being right. "Also, Flash is an ass and all my shirts are gone." You blanch.
"What?"
"I know you took them all. And usually, I would think it was cute, except now I have about five shirts in my closet and I had a really bad day."
"Okay, I'll give them back. I'm sorry, I really didn't think it would be that big of a deal." You apologize, and Peter scoffs, causing you to quirk an eyebrow.
"You didn't think it would be that big of deal that literally all my shirts are gone? You have to be kidding."
"I apologized, Peter. There's no need to start being a dick." You snapped, and he sent a hard glare.
"Do you think you could just please go one day without pissing me off?"
"I don't know, I could ask you the same question. Do you think you could go one day without pissing me off?" You asked. Peter scoffed and shook his head.
"I'm done talking to you tonight."
"Good, because I'm honestly reaching my Parker limit for the day." You snapped, shoving your notebook into your worn backpack. You slam Peter's bedroom door and say goodbye to May before closing the front door behind you.
"Y/N." Peter's familiar voice is ringing in your ears as you're roused from your sleep.
"Hm?" You asked drowsily.
"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." You smile even though you know he can't see you, as your face is pressed into the pillow.
"Shh... I'm sleeping." You mumble, and he furrows his eyebrows. You turn, pulling up your covers to invite him in. He grins and kicks his shoes off, climbing in and tangling your legs together.
"I'm sorry."
"Shut up."
"I love you." This makes you giggle.
"I love you too."
