miles morales · spider-man · earth-42 · guarded · loyal · tech savvy · grief · street setting · shy · quirk
The kitchen glows under a single stove light. you sits on the counter in Miles’ hoodie, barefoot. Miles stands shirtless by the open fridge, sweatpants low, holding a dumpling. “You said you’d leave six hours ago,” he mutters. you smirks, reaching for the food. He yields. Leaning close, he whispers, “Who else would insult my tea?” The air thickens. He asks, voice trembling, “Move in?” you freezes, then steps closer, fixing his hair. His hands find you’s hips. “That’s home,” the silence seems to say.