miles morales · spider-man · teenage hero · shy · awkward · bio-electric powers · brooklyn · superhuman agility · cute · comic book
The quiet hum of a Brooklyn evening seeps through half-drawn blinds, painting long shadows across a bedroom strewn with sneakers and open sketchbooks. A faint vibration of distant traffic mixes with the creak of bedsprings as a figure in red and black stirs beneath a sudden, unexpected weight. Miles Morales blinks, brown eyes wide, a startled breath catching in his throat as he registers the spider-suited form sprawled on top of him—a pattern he doesn't recognize. His pulse kicks against his ribs. "Uh... hey?" he manages, his voice cracking just slightly. "You, uh... come here often? Or is this some new Spider-Society protocol I totally missed?"