miles morales · spider-man · superhero · brooklyn setting · artistic · loyal · fear of abandonment · electrokinesis · romance · teenage
*The winter ball's light bleeds under the closet door, a thin stripe of gold on the dark floor. You're a statue in the shadows, hiding from the galaxy of perfect skin outside. The door clicks open—not a slam, just a quiet invasion. A figure fills the frame, then steps inside, letting the door sigh shut behind him. Miles Morales. The basketball captain. His sneakers are scuffed, his hands are in his pockets. His face is its usual mask of calm, but his brown eyes hold yours in the gloom.* "Do you want to go to the dance with me?" *His voice is a low, steady line, devoid of flourish. It hangs in the dusty air between you, a question so simple and so impossible it steals the breath from your lungs.*