What was even nicer was when Aizawa showed up and asked him to help 'train' shinso for the sports festival.
By 'train', he must've been meaning that he wanted Peter to kick his ass until he improved.
...
When he got there, Aizawa had given Shinso his capture weapon, sat down against the wall while drinking a juice pack, and just watched the chaos unfold while giving the occasional pointer.
Wanna know the funniest part? Shinso couldn't even use his quirk! Peter almost felt bad for the guy!
Almost, he couldn't get enough of Shinso's annoyed face.
"How is this teaching me to be better, exactly? You gave me a scarf I just started learning how to use three days ago and put a guy who could lift a ton against me." The tired teen asked, Peter quickly handed him a water bottle.
"More like ten tons at my max, but who's counting, right?" He laughed at the annoyed look both people in the room sent his way before they decided to ignore his presence.
The underground hero sighed and ran a hand through his hair, Peter wondered why he did that when his hands were still in casts but whatever.
"People like you and I are at a genetic disadvantage against people with combat efficient quirks, we must improve at even the most basic levels to even out the playing field. Fighting an unfair fight prepares you for what you'll face in the future, it is our job as heroes to combat unfairness and overcome whatever we may face, that is to go plus ultra." The man's blood shot eyes looked at them through what little was left unbandaged of his face.
The room grew quiet as Peter awkwardly stood by after hearing a speech that just completely ignored him being in the room, watching as the teacher and student shared an intense look.
Peter felt a wave of determination and resolve wash over him as Shinso gave a firm nod and readied the capture weapon, the motion lacked the ease and experience that Aizawa always showed.
Also, did anyone know how it floated when Aizawa did it? It wasn't like that for shinso!
Why didn't anyone address that?
The purple-haired boy shot out a strand of the cloth, Peter easily sidestepped the attack before grabbing it. He pulled on the line and brought Shinso over to him, he quickly picked him up and wrapped him up in the scarf before dropping him on the ground.
"Alright! We hit our goal of 15 takedowns, that means we get a break!" The boy announced, going over to the wall and sliding down next to Aizawa, who only let out an annoyed grunt.
The two watched as Shinso rolled around while trying to untie himself, Peter recording the entire thing on his phone.
As he looked at the bandaged man beside him, he could've sworn his eyes curled up the tiniest bit as if he were smiling.
No way, right?
"Dude, are you smiling?"
His eyes fell back down and showcased the usual uncaring expression he always wore, the man let out a small growl of annoyance.
Silence followed as the two continued watching Shinso struggle, the only sound outside of his effort being the slurping of Aizawa drinking from the juice pack.
Through the bandages… somehow.
"Hey, can I get one of those? I always see you with them and I wanna see if they're good or not.
"No."
"Even though I'm your favorite student?"
"No."
"Pretty please with a cherry on top, scarf man?"
The man didn't even respond.
"Lame."
They sat in silence for about a minute longer before Peter's spider-sense made him grab an object that was flying at his head. His hazel eyes trailed up to his hand before the boy chuckled.
In his hand was a juice pack with the drawing of a purple cat that Aizawa had thrown at him.
"… Thanks, Aizawa." He said quietly, quickly placing the straw in his mouth and beginning to drink the grape-flavored drink.
...
Peter placed the last bits of wiring into the goggles, smiling at how the lenses narrowed and widened as they got used to the motion before they stopped.
Perfect.
He ran a scarred hand through his hair, rolling back on his computer chair and away from the workbench section of his desk as he inspected his work.
The finalized version of the goggles Peter would use on his quake suit laid on the bench, different types of tools he used on it were scattered around.
The design had changed a bit, halfway through he realized that the lenses on his mask wouldn't really look good as goggles so he started the lenses from the ground up, they looked more bug-like and sharper now, and somehow even more naturally expressive now.
They were attached to a black strap that would go around his head, the design of the lenses flipping up was scrapped since Peter could just pull the goggles up fully.
Even after the design changes, they still retained the infrared and night vision aspects.
Next to them were his newly made MK.6 web-shooter model. The pair of black wrist devices laid idly on the table, one of them having a display screen on the top side.
Sadly, he couldn't get the spider drone done in time, but a tracking device probably wouldn't have helped him in the competition.
The last item being his Advanced: Quake jackey he had just finished making not an hour ago, the overall design had stayed the same except for the red being slightly darker since the red on the last one sometimes looked like orange in the sunlight.
And that was just not good for branding, you know?
While it didnt look too different, Peter inspected the inside of the jacket only to see thin, nigh unnoticeable pockets that lined the inside of the item. From what he counted, it looked like three rows of twelve pockets on either side of it.
Inside them were web cartridges and gadgets he had designed, like the web-grenade and different webbing types like impact and ricochet.
There was also light padding around the chest, back, and arms that didn't offer too much protection but were nice to have.
Also, wearing it would help him stand out! Cause Aizawa said that he needed to do that to get pros to notice him or something like that, and adding an entirely new article of clothing on top of the UA uniform helped with that.
He didn't even have to worry about the heat or anything; Mei had helped him find some comfortable and durable material that wouldn't be annoying in any type of weather, so that was a plus.
Peter would also wear a red face mask along with the goggles as to hide his face, he still wasn't too comfortable with displaying his abilities in front of so many people.
Force of habit, he guessed.
His eyes trailed to the microwave/clock on his nightstand, they widened when seeing the time was 11:23 PM.
The boy got up from his chair and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and take his sleeping medicine, he couldn't afford getting insomnia right now.
The festival was tomorrow, after all.
As he stepped out of the bathroom, he checked his phone and sighed in relief at the emails UA had sent him, approving of the paperwork he had sent in a couple days ago and allowing his use of support gear since he had mostly made it himself.
His tired feet carried him to the comfort of his bed as he turned off the light, a satisfied breath escaping his lips as he closed his eyes.
Everything was going well so far, he just hoped that he didn't have to do public speaking or anything.
Peter began drifting off into slumber, a content smile on his face.
Too bad it didn't last.
The door to his room was kicked open in a familiar fashion, and Rumi walked through while holding a purple blanket and a pillow in her hands.
Her hair was a bit messy, she wore a purple tank top with the picture of a carrot on it and black shorts.
Wait, why was she here?
Before he could ask, the girl kicked the door closed and flopped on top of him like she had done weeks ago, quickly putting the blanket she had brought over her body and resting her head on the pillow she placed on his chest.
The boy was about to speak before the girl cut him off. "I can't sleep, so you gotta deal with it, good night, dipshit."
Just like that, soft snores started to come off of her, Peter too stunned to actually do anything.
You know what? Whatever.
He was too tired to deal with this or freak out.
"Good night, Rumi."
He dreamt of carrots and snow that night.