A/N: okay this chapter is different than my other ones lmao. it's inspired by a scene from Lucifer which is amazingggg
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I turned the faucet off and felt the cold air seep in through the steam. I opened the door and hastily wrapped a towel around myself. My (your/color of your hair) was sopping wet, I reached for a towel until, I heard a noise. My hand froze, I let out a shaky breath and opened my bathroom door. Going inside my room, I grabbed something to defend myself.
A baseball bat would have to do, I crept out of my room, hearing my laptop chime probably a notification from my online college class. I crept softly to my kitchen and raised the bat to find Peter dancing with a spatula. His phone playing a Beatles song.
"Peter?" He turned around with a piece of toast in his mouth, my towel dropped unintentionally. The toast fell out of his mouth. My eyes widened as he scanned my body before smirking. "Turn around!"
          "A baseball bat really? You weren't even holding it correctly."
          "I'm sorry, I'll prepare for the next time YOU BREAK into my apartment, Parker."
I wrapped the towel around me and hugged a sharp breath out of my mouth.
"I'm decent."
"You're more than decent. Happy to see me?" Peter picked up his toast off the ground before walking up to me. "I made breakfast. I didn't know if you liked your eggs scrambled or sunny side up, so I did both."
"Who let you in?" I questioned my crush and MJ walked in from her room with her book bag hanging off her left shoulder.
"I did. He owed me a favor, I wanted May's special homemade egg sandwich, she made it for me this one time and GAD I could not stop thinking about it!" We both raised a eyebrow at her enthusiasm. She shrugged. "So I called in Peter to cook breakfast, why? what's the problem?"
"Nothing. Y/n just greeted me good morning." He grinned slyly, his brown eyes glancing over to me with a hidden emotion.
"Kayyyy..." Her word traveled on, she backed towards the door. "I'm going to the library to grab textbooks for my test. My bedroom is off limits and so is my spot on the couch, ya nasties."
"MJ!"
I turned around towards Peter with a grimace on my face and my hand clutching my towel tightly. He raised his eyebrows in concern at my anger before trying to smile innocently.
My eyes caught sight of our eggs on the counter. I relaxed my posture and walked around the island countertop towards Peter.
"You know..." I walked closer to him, our heads almost at the same level. He was taller than me, so it wasn't completely even. His scent engulfed me causing me to feel warm. "I like my eggs, a little yolk-y. Wanna try?"
Peter gulped, his adam's apple bobbing up and down. I grabbed a raw egg behind my back and smashed it onto his shirt.
His jaw dropped and I fell back laughing.
"What?" He grinned before taking off his shirt. "I didn't mean to see you like that but, hey if you wanna be even-"
My eyes landed on his chiseled chest, he threw the dirtied shirt on the floor and sauntered his way over to me. His body close to mine. He raised his lips to my ear, his closeness had my mind shooting blanks.
"I wouldn't mind cooking you breakfast every morning."
I shuttered, tingles spread throughout my body and I gripped the counter trying to keep my balance. His hand rested on my hip ever so slightly but, drove me mad. My mind swirling, he leaned in closer. His lips only a centimeter away from mine.

Splat.
I felt the egg yolk drip down my freshly washed hair.
"Especially, now that I know how you like your eggs! Yolk-y right?"
I pushed his chest away from me laughing at our silliness.
"Now, I have to go take another shower. Thanks a lot, Parker." I rolled my eyes and bit my lip.
"Hey! I can help you if you want!"
"Not a chance, Parker."
"I rinse lather and repeat like no other."