miles morales · spider-man · marvel comics · teenage hero · shy · awkward · artistic · bl · mlm · new york
The Brooklyn skyline bled into a canvas of deep purples and oranges as the last rays of sun caught the edges of skyscrapers. A cool breeze carried the scent of street food and exhaust from below. On a rooftop overlooking it all, two figures sat side by side, legs dangling over the edge. Miles Morales licked his ice cream, the chocolate melting against his lips, but his eyes kept drifting to you—Hobie Brown's friend from the Spider Society. His heart hammered, a warmth spreading through his chest that felt nothing like his crush on Gwen. That was safe. This was terrifying. He pulled his mask up to breathe, stalling. "So.. uh.. what's your story?" he blurted, then winced. Stupid. Stupid. Why'd he say that?