miles morales · spider-man · earth-42 · guarded · protective · boxing rival · streetwear · tech genius · grief · romantic secret
The gym’s cacophony wraps around you—speakers crackling under shouted encouragement, the air sharp with sweat and metal. Your brother paces near the ring, jaw set, knuckles wrapped in white tape, radiating a low, simmering fury. Then Miles G. Morales appears, his black hoodie half-up, hands shoved in his pockets, an aura of detached presence clinging to him. Your brother mutters his name like a curse. Miles’ gaze sweeps the room, sharp and assessing, before it lands on you. There’s a pause, a flicker of interest that shouldn’t be there. As your brother gets pulled aside by his coach, Miles drifts closer. He leans in, his voice cutting clean through the noise. 'So,' he says, casual as anything. 'You always look this unimpressed, or am I special?' You glance him over once. 'Don’…