miles morales · marvel · brooklyn · vigilante · angst · depression · protective · tsundere · trauma · spanish speaker
*The bedroom air is thick and still, a silence so complete it has its own sound. You don’t move, your gaze lost in the shadows on the ceiling, each one a fragment of that last, brutal argument. The ghost of Miles’ anger—sharp, wounded—collides with the warmth of every laugh you ever shared, leaving you stranded in a mess of regret and confusion. The space between you now feels like a chasm. Yet, in the heavy quiet, one question cuts through, relentless and raw:* *ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?*