* This was requested by @h-h-hollands
I hope you enjoy! *

"I have to go, Peter," (Y/N) whined as her boyfriend tried pulling her in the direction of his apartment. School had ended and all he wanted to do was lay on his couch with a bowl of popcorn in his lap, his girl under his arm and his favorite movie playing on the TV but just like every other Monday, Wednesday and Friday, she had to go to dance class.

It's not that Peter didn't enjoy how happy her dancing made her - it was just that he wanted to spend all of his time with her and for three hours on those days of the week, he couldn't be with her.

"Fine, fine," he always gave in easily when she gave him her signature puppy eyes. She could get anything she wanted with that face. "At least let me walk you?"

"Well duh," she giggled and pulled him in the right direction.

The pair had a nice walk before arriving at the door of the dance studio. With a kiss to her lips, Peter let her enter the studio with her dance bag over her shoulder and a wave thrown in his direction. It would be three hours before she'd see him again, not that he would have to wait that long.

As soon as she was inside, Peter dashed across the street into an abandoned alleyway he found many months earlier. His eyes scanned the area before he began pulling his clothes off and replaced them with his suit. His palm slammed against the spider emblem on the chest until the suit clung to him to fit like a second skin. He pulled his mask over his head and that completed his transformation into his alter ego.

The hero shot a web at the edge of the building before lifting himself upwards and climbed to the edge. From there, Peter had a perfect view of the dance studio window where (Y/N) was dancing.

Peter found this spot early on when (Y/N) started dancing here when he was a little nervous of the area the studio happened to be in. He quickly learned that he could watch her dance from the giant window on the side of building and camped out there whenever crime was at a low. And the best part: (Y/N) would never know.

(Y/N) was a gifted dancer, being able to perfect every dance she tried from hip-hop to ballroom dancing. Her forte, however, was always Latin dance. She could sway her hips for a full three hours and never break a sweat or lose the smile that took over her red painted lips. He would never admit it but he sometimes was a little jealous of her and her partner when they were practicing such a close dance such as the salsa.

In what felt like no time at all, (Y/N)'s three hours were up and she had dressed back into her school clothes to go home for the night. With her gym bag over her shoulder, she left the studio and began her walk down the street. Just like every other night, a name called out to her from a block away from the studio.

"How was dance, angel?" Peter sounded genuinely interested although he had just spent the entire time watching exactly what she was doing. It wasn't creepy - he just liked his girlfriend.

"It was good," she slid her hand into his and laced their fingers, "I have a recital three Fridays from now. You gonna come?"

Peter looked over at her with a bright smile, remembering all the nights she had spent practicing her moves and routines to perfection. Dancing made her so happy and if she was happy, he was happy.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."