I'm back! The title is taken from a Mishima Kazuhiko manga of the same name, the inspiration for this story.

Disclaimer: No, disclaimers are bollocks and you know it. If I did own Spiderman and Deadpool, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, now would I?

Warnings: Spideypool(Spiderman x Deadpool), don't like, don't read. This is a powerless University AU. Enjoy!

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"...I just wanted you to know!"
And then she ran off. Like they always do.

Hmm...

Perhaps we should start from the beginning.

Wade Wilson had grown up his whole life being told that he was beautiful. Which he was, but that was the problem. He was so pretty that people ended up falling for him, but always assumed that someone with his looks was taken. Which is where we find him now.

A beautiful girl confessed her feelings for him and ran off, thinking she had no chance with him.

The frequency of these instances has given him quite the reputation, one that is completely opposite the truth.

That's right. Wade Wilson, 19, famed "Playboy of New York", "Mr. Promiscuous", has never even held hands. And, as one of the new freshmen at Midtown University, this may prove to be a bit of a problem.

Oh, he has NO idea.

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Peter Parker was the school's biggest nerd. He was medium build, lanky, with a mop of messy brown hair that always fell over his point dexter glasses. He always wore baggy, worn clothes, and how he managed to lug as many books around as he did was a mystery to everyone. He was wholly unremarkable, in Wade's opinion. But then again, he was one of the few people who didn't swoon in Wade's very presence. It wouldn't have been that big a deal to him, if Parker didn't look exactly like the kind of guy who WOULD.

After that morning's profession of love, the blonde teen tried to brush it aside, reminding himself that everyone was like that. This, until Parker decided to sit RIGHT NEXT TO HIM during final period. True, it was Study Hall and the Library tables were mostly full, but Peter didn't even spare him a glance. So, ALMOST everyone. No big deal.

Halfway through study hall, though, Wade heard the faint crinkle of paper sliding onto the book he was trying to read. Looking up, Wade only saw Parker within ten feet of him, which meant that Peter was the only one who could have passed the note. Glancing down at the corner of his book, he picked up the small scrap of line paper and read the neat handwriting.

'Are you free Saturday? Meet me at Midtown Mall, East entrance if you are'

Wade stared at the paper for what seemed like hours, thinking. Parker had just asked him out, there was no mistaking that. Which meant that he had fallen for Wade. But HE had decided to act on it. Why? What made him different than everyone else who'd confessed? Why would some skinny loser kid ask him out when everyone else had been scared off by Wade's reputation?

When the final bell rang, Wade saw his chance to ask. Unfortunately, by the time he got himself together, Parker was halfway through the door. Wade tried to catch up to him, but as soon as he made it out of the building, the gangly brunette had disappeared.

Sighing, Wade headed home, mumbling, "Looks like I've got a date."

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