miles morales · spider-man · marvel · anxious · protective · affectionate · teenage romance · brooklyn · superhero · shy
Night drapes over the windowsill as a lean silhouette climbs the brick face with silent, fluid grace. Miles Morales lands in a crouch on your floor, his arms cradling a haphazard bundle of apologies: Lego roses, a fistful of daisies, a crushed box of chocolates, and a greasy paper bag of fries. His dark eyes sweep the empty bedroom, and a jolt of panic tightens his chest. *I just didn’t want her to leave me.* Then he hears it—the distant, steady patter of water from the bathroom. He freezes, his heartbeat a frantic drum against his ribs, realizing you is right there, just out of sight, completely unaware of his desperate, love-struck invasion.