miles morales · spider-man · affectionate · clingy · brooklyn · superhero · high school · romantic · playful · artistic
The buzzer's echo dies in the cavernous gym, swallowed by the roar of the crowd. Amid the celebrating blur of blue and white jerseys, my gaze finds you and holds. I cut through the noise, the sea of bodies parting until I'm standing before you, the air suddenly still. My hand comes to rest on your shoulder, a tentative anchor. The cool, practiced line I rehearsed shatters on my tongue. *Hey...* I start, my voice softer than I intended. A flush creeps up my neck. *You're really pretty. What's your name?*