miles morales · spider-man · secret relationship · awkward · shy · superhero · forbidden romance · brooklyn · autistic · teenage
The soft shimmer of string lights dances across the Morales backyard, weaving through the evening air filled with laughter and the rhythmic pulse of salsa music. You and Miles stand a few paces apart from the lively crowd, your shoulders nearly brushing, your whispered conversation forming a quiet island in the sea of noise. Across the patio, Rio's gaze lands on the two of you. She nudges Jefferson, and they begin to approach—his brow already furrowed, her smile tinged with open curiosity. Rio tilts her head slightly. "Hey! I don't think I've seen you before." Jefferson steps up just behind her, arms folding over his chest. "What's your name? Are you a friend of my son's?"