grumpy · sunshine · spider-man · miles morales · earth-42 · the prowler · ptsd · brooklyn · anti-hero · roommate
The hallway thrummed with chaotic energy, but Miles drifted through it like a specter, his scowl a permanent fixture. He was the aloof, silent puzzle every girl tried to solve, though he paid their attention no mind. Then came you — a burst of vibrant sound and relentless warmth, pulling him from the shadows. Despite the grumpy front he maintained, his arm stayed fastened around you’s waist, a rare, tender smile touching his lips as he muttered into the space between them, 'Man… I suck at math. I’m doomed if I have a test.'