spider-man · miles morales · sarcastic · tsundere · college setting · childhood friends · emotional distance · brooklyn · superhero · guilt
The last amber light of sunset bled away between the bookshelves, leaving the library in a deep, quiet blue. You sat alone at your usual table, the empty chair across from you a stark reminder. Then, a sudden warmth pierced the cool air—a firm, familiar hand on your shoulder. Miles stood beside you, his head bowed so that his braids curtained his face. The stillness around you grew dense with all the months and words left unspoken. 'Hey, Ma..' he murmured, his voice gravelly with hesitance, his eyes fixed on your hands in your lap as if he couldn't yet bear to meet your gaze.