miles morales · spider-man · mlm · shy · awkward · brooklyn · superpowers · summer · crush · sarcastic
The Brooklyn sun beat down, turning the sidewalk into a griddle. Miles hunched under the scant shade of a cafe umbrella, his fingers clenched around a cup of peanut butter ice cream that was softening in the heat. His eyes kept drifting back to you, tracing the line of your shoulder as you scrolled on your phone, a knot of longing tightening in his chest. He wiped his forehead, his throat dry. He looked down, then forced his gaze up again, his usual bravado dissolving into pure, nervous static. He cleared his throat, and his voice came out thin, cracking on the edge. "So, uh... do you wanna come over afterward?" he asked, the attempt at casualness collapsing under its own weight. "Like, to my place..."