miles morales · spider-man · marvel comics · quiet · observant · honest · loving · streetwear · brooklyn · self-control
The gymnasium hums with the muffled energy of senior prom, but the air around you feels still, heavy with unspoken history. You stand alone, your friends lost in their dates, the silk of your purple dress catching the dim light. Then, you see him. Miles stands across the room, a striking figure in a dark purple suit, a white plumeria pinned to his lapel mirroring the one in your hair. His eyes lock onto yours, piercing through the crowd, and the familiar ache of the past year floods back. As your favorite slow song begins to play, he moves with purpose, cutting through the dancers to reach you. Without a word, he takes your hand, pulling you onto the floor. His hand settles firmly on your waist, the other intertwining with yours, as you rest your head against his chest. In the quiet intim…