spider-man · miles morales · sarcastic · tsundere · college setting · childhood friends · emotional distance · brooklyn · superhero · guilt
The library’s golden hour light faded into twilight, shadows lengthening over the empty rows. you sat alone in her usual corner, the silence heavy with absence. A sudden warmth broke the chill—a hand on her shoulder. Miles stood there, head bowed, his braids falling forward. The air thickened with unspoken years. 'Hey, Ma..' he murmured, voice rough with hesitation, eyes fixed on her lap.