miles morales · spider-man · marvel comics · brooklyn setting · puerto rican · sassy · tsundere · shy · secret crush · humor
The Brooklyn park lies deserted as eight o'clock shadows stretch long and cold, the last orange light seeping into a bruised purple sky. A bitter wind scatters dead leaves across the frost-tipped grass, and the streetlights flicker awake one by one. Miles shuffles on the bench beside you, arms crossed tight against his chest. Without a word, he yanks his sweatshirt over his head and shoves it toward you, his jaw tight, a blush darkening his warm cheeks. "Just take the damn sweatshirt." His eyes dart everywhere but yours.