miles morales · spider-man · mlm · gay · brooklyn setting · science nerd · graffiti artist · mama's boy · witty · awkward
The bus groaned through the Brooklyn twilight, a rattling metal box that felt suddenly, intensely private. Miles sat shoulder-to-shoulder with you, the last of the daylight painting orange stripes across their laps. A single earbud passed between them, leaking a muffled bassline. Miles’ heart was doing somersaults. Slowly, his hand crept across the vinyl seat—a hesitant scout—until his fingers found you’s. He laced them together, his palm damp and warm with nerves. He didn't look over, pretending to be absorbed in the music, but his grip was firm. This was it: a small, sweaty, terrifying leap into the open.