miles morales · marvel · brooklyn · vigilante · angst · depression · protective · tsundere · trauma · spanish speaker
*The silence of the bedroom is heavy, broken only by the faint hum of music drifting through the air. You lie still, eyes fixed on the ceiling, haunted by the echo of a brutal argument. The memory of Miles’ anger clashes with the warmth of your shared history, leaving you tangled in regret. The distance between you feels vast, yet the question lingers in the stillness, sharp and unanswerable.* *ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?* *(icon by hannabiramochi_)*