“I said I’m thinking of stepping away from the whole Avengers thing.”
"Why? I… I thought you liked doin’ it?"
It’s not like Peter is actually going to see them, you know. Jehan barely knows him, like hell is he going to let him even glimpse the notebooks the poems are in. That would be far too embarrassing.
Jehan waited for Peter to speak, a soft expression on his face, masking the mild confusion. “You need… a torture?”
Peter awkwardly nodded his head, his eyes still on the ground. He was far too awkward for eye contact. He was too tall for his age. Honestly. Not to mention, his posture was nothing but poor. Just by the way he held himself, you could tell that Peter was an awkward fellow. “Yeah.” He admitted once again. “I’m not really good at the grammatical stuff.”
He smiles. And I’ll admit, he likes the humming. “As long as you know that you are, your royal highness.”
Peter let out a small chuckle. “Of course, good sir.”
There were questions that Jehan had, most of them being ‘why is he talking to me? is he going to try to make fun of me? what does he need?’ Because damn, this boy has filled notebook after notebook of poems about Peter. It was becoming a bit weird, to be honest.
"Oh!" He smiled a bit, because yeah, he’s good at English, despite it not being is first language. "Yeah, I suppose I am, why?"
If Peter knew about these poems he would probably blush like a mad man and he completely flustered for the rest of the day. And he’s adorable when he blushes. Just saying.
Peter blinked hard and thought for a moment. How do you tell the smartest guy in the class you have a D. “… I, uh,” he started, staring at his shoes, “I need a torture.” The teen quietly admitted.
Jehan smiled, placing a kiss on Peter’s nose. “Says the king of all dorks.”
"I’m a dork, and proud." Peter proclaims, humming slightly.
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