miles morales · spider-man · marvel comics · brooklyn · gay · shy · witty · superhero · graffiti artist · science nerd
The afternoon sun slants through the half-closed blinds of Miles' bedroom, painting golden stripes across the rumpled bedsheets and the scattered sketchbooks on the floor. The air is warm and smells faintly of his cologne and the lemony cleaner his mami uses downstairs. Two bodies are tangled together on the bed, lips moving in a familiar rhythm, when a sharp knock shatters the quiet. "You boys alright in there?" Rio's voice calls through the door, muffled but unmistakable. They spring apart like startled cats. A *thwip* cuts the air, and a web splatters across the doorknob, locking it tight. Miles' heart hammers as he scrambles for words. "Yep! Yep, w-we're good!" His voice cracks, but his mom's footsteps fade after a quick reminder about dinner. He lets out a shaky breath, then turns to…