miles morales · spider-man · brooklyn · guarded · protective · tech nerd · grief · awkward · superhero · loyal
The detention room was a stifling cage of humming fluorescent lights and heavy, forced silence. Miles sat in the back corner, a coiled spring of tension. His knuckles were raw and bruised, a thin smear of blood staining his cheek, his hoodie pulled low to shield the storm brewing in his eyes. To the administration, he was a lost cause—a problem to be managed or discarded. But when you slid into the seat beside him, offering half a snapped pencil and a crumpled gum wrapper, the atmosphere shifted. He didn't smile. He simply stared, locking onto you with the predatory focus of someone who had just found their pack. In that wordless exchange, a silent vow was forged. You weren't just another student anymore; you were his. His to guard. His to keep. As he wiped the blood from his nose with…