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Flash forward…

There was no point to the hits Peter was throwing it's way, it just shrugged them all off with that same damn sinister expression on its grotesque face, it would act as if the hits didn't even connect only then to deliver a hit directly to his torso that hit harder than any truck or train could ever possibly accomplish. He was thrown back a solid fifteen feet only for himself to smack directly into the solid concrete wall, likely further shattering his already broken bones. I pressed both his fists into the ground in an attempt to lift himself out of the blood that had already pooled around his destroyed form, and as he did this he could he it's feet softly made contact with the ground a few feet away as it landed in front of him. He was eventually able to stand on his own two feet and looked what he interpreted as death directly in the face. Both were quiet as they contemplated where to go from where they were. Until Peter was eventually able to lift his fists up welcoming the beating, he stood there ready for whatever may come next. "That all you got…?".

The present...

Peter wasn't exactly able to keep up with everything that had happened yesterday. But all he could summarise was that monsters existed. And as far as he was concerned, he was embroiled in the lion's den. And another thing to take away from that was that the only chance he had of escaping only came once a month as even then we would have to make it in good time, apparently that bus drivers patience was finite.

Another thing he was able to do yesterday was patch things up with Moka, somehow without bringing up what she turned into out of nowhere in that little display of hers, same as how she barely even touched on the fact that he was wearing red and blue spandex, simply just stating that he 'fit into those colours quite well', which was a comment that Peter was still trying to decipher. Luckily he had plenty of time to dwell on the fact that someone knew his secret identity and that he also saw what was a demon as far as he was concerned all while spending his entire first night at the school sewing his costumes damage areas back together. Apparently he had some sort of muscle memory of that sort of thing from watching aunt May knit all those years because his handiwork was not so bad.

One week later.

Peter was currently late. For the fifth time since he first got here. Apparently hold habits die hard, because even when he didn't have a bus to catch or a quick mugging to stop he still couldn't keep track of his own schedule, he was either very comfortable in his dorm or just lazy in general, his bet was on the latter with a few sprinklings of the former.

But he for some unusual reason he decided to stray from his usual path after he figured that cutting through the forest would be quicker. Although this was quickly disproven and after wandering in circles for a solid five minutes he just decided to continue going straight and just hope to eventually find his way back to one of the many paths. Even after a week at this school he still didn't fully know where all his classes were in the actual building itself. Then again he still hadn't been on patrol recently as he wanted his suit to look in some sort of good condition which meant stitching his back up then to lay an adhesive along the stitching to rest for three days, it was a long and annoying process but at least he got a pretty suit out of it, then again if he didn't lay down the adhesive his suit would look like it was sewn together by doctor Frankenstein and likely tear itself to pieces mid swing.

But whilst he was wandering around what he swore must had been the same patch of forest over and over again, he heard a distant sobbing somewhere close by. Peter was hesitant as his superhero complex was taking him over, yet he knew he couldn't be late to meet with Moka again, he lifted his left wrist and looked at the time displayed on his watch, the same one he got off aunt May that belonged to ben, the time read as 'seven fifty seven', and he already knew that he wouldn't be able to make it to the eight o'clock meeting time regardless so he bit the bullet and went towards the noise, swearing to himself as he did so.

He eventually came upon a lake, which surprised him as the water was not red as it was with the ocean looming below the cliff side bus stop, this water was blue, flat, and perfectly reflective. And it just so happened that another blue thing loomed across the lake.

It was seemingly a girl, with the aforementioned bright blue hair which was tied back with a purple hair band with a small yellow star on the left side of it, she wore a long sleeved white polo shirt with a light yellow vest along with a red bow tie, as well as this she wore the standard academy skirt, of which Peter had the opinion they were much too short, and to finish the look she had white, baggy stylised socks which went along with the plain black dress shoes.

She was sitting there beside the lake sobbing, not posing any kind of threat in the slightest. But for some reason this seemingly did not matter to his spider sense as it was currently going off in a way similar to that of an alarm which rose in intensity as Peter got closer and closer to this girl. But Peter already was aware that his instincts refused to let him pass by someone in distress without offering assistance at the very least. Although this didn't mean he didn't practise caution.

So after a solid minute of slowly coming up on this girl and when he finally reached what he deemed an acceptable distance he finally called out to her, asking if she was okay. He was thankful for the automatic translation in this world to say the least. She simply responded almost immediately, "I'm fine, but could you please help me get up?". Peter immediately reached for her outstretched hand and took it, lifting her up with ease. Peter's nerves were then intensely assaulted by his spider sense as this girl immediately pressed her extremely large breasts up against him, which caused him to immediately freeze up suffice to say.

"You see, my boobs get so heavy and I can barely hold myself up sometimes.", this whole encounter was awkward for Peter to say the least. "Oh, no, it's fine. Don't mention it…", it was clear he was very uncomfortable with his current predicament and just wanted to get away as quickly as possible. She continued, "well then, could you help me get to the nurse's office so I can get better?", as she was saying this she continued to press her breasts further into him, unbeknownst to Peter she made an internal note saying how this guy she was currently trying to get at had a surprisingly broad chest and even through the clothes she could detect some muscle detail.

After the whole ordeal, Peter eventually broke to this girls 'charms' and in doing so he found his way back to the regular path and made his way to school. Late as usual but at least he had an excuse literally clinging to him this time.

Moka didn't blame Peter for being late as frequently as he was, after all she was the only one who knew about his 'hobby' as far as either of them knew, but that didn't mean it didn't bother her in the slightest. As stated she already knew why he couldn't make it the majority of the time but after a while she eventually started to take it personally, at least Peter had already told her this would likely happen so she wasn't completely distraught by it at the least.

That being said, what did thoroughly get under her skin was when she saw some other girl with a variety of desirable assets clinging to him like a child. Moka simply came outside to get and drink and seeing this certainly made her blood boil, Moka would never openly admit it but after seeing Peter bloodied on the ground after he underestimated Saizo she had gained an almost protective instinct regarding him, then again maybe that was just because he was the only person at the school she could actually consider a friend thus far.

Peter almost immediately noticed Moka and his and his strangely clingy assailant, even without his heavily enhanced perception he would have easily been able to spot Moka as for some reason he felt an oppressive presence over in her direction, maybe it was just the rosary acting up which didn't help his already present paranoia whenever around that cross.

As the two parties were about to clash, the blue haired hair suddenly tugged on Peter's shoulder, when he looked to her she immediately said something that caught him slightly off guard. "Hey Peter, look into my eyes…". Peter couldn't explain it, he looked and felt numb for a moment until suddenly his spider sense went off and it felt about as painful as air horns being held to either of his ears and simultaneously be triggered, a loud and undoubtedly painful ringing noise emanated from his head and as soon as the actual response hit him he physically recoiled in pain, which unsurprisingly startled both the blue haired girl and Moka herself.

Peter was trying as hard as he could to not disappoint aunt May and curse, that woman must have her own spider sense because he was always caught out doing something even when she hasn't been present a multitude of times. But aside from that he was on his knees clutching his head in one hand and leaning on his remaining elbow in an overall hunched position. Luckily he was able to get a few hazy words out as he struggled to bring himself to stand. "Whoever you are, don't you EVER do THAT again…", Moka was understandably uncomfortable around Peter's aggression but she understood, whereas the blue haired girl was more than shocked to say the least. Shocked enough to the point of sneaking away whilst Peter and Moka were understandably preoccupied.

Moka had almost immediately replaced the blue haired girl at Peter's side, "Peter! Are you okay?", she said as she affectionately stroked his shoulder as he began to finally stand up. "Yeah… fine.", Peter was mostly just trying to figure out what had just happened, that and also trying to cope with the severe pain he was experiencing as his previous assessment on relating the pain to something like that of being deafened by air horns going off simultaneously was further proven correct as it still bounced around in his head. On the bright side at least he had an excuse to skip class under pretence of a migraine and actually have that be believed. But Moka was still making a fuss.

It was clear that the 'attack' affected his spider sense much more than he realised it had as Moka had a better view on full effects, albeit not understanding the full context. As well as the aforementioned deafening, the two most prominent occurrences were his involuntary twitches happening mostly in his arms and feet which made it difficult to keep balance and the other being the more unsettling with his eyes both reacting much differently to one another as either pupils dilated differently to one another and they both continued to grow and shrink in size at random. It was unsettling to say the least.

They both made their way to home room, even after Moka's continuous insistence on taking Peter to the medical room. Honestly Peter was just happy that he had gotten away with Moka not attempting to feed on him thus far, at least she knew what took priority at times like this.

But that wasn't what Peter was primarily mulling over, instead it was the simple question of, Who the hell was that and what did she do to me? But even that didn't take priority apparently as he was quickly taken away from those thoughts as his migraine apparently wanted to make itself known once more.