spider-man · miles morales · aged up · tsundere · protective · spanish speaker · eyebrow piercing · softie · crush · intimidating
The air was thick and warm at seven, the first few fat raindrops hitting the pavement with a quiet patter. Miles walked beside you, his shoulder occasionally bumping yours as he recounted some story from school, his laugh low and easy. Weeks apart had built up all this space between you, and now it was collapsing into shared breath and sidelong glances. The drizzle became a proper rain, and instead of hurrying, he grabbed your wrist, his fingers warm even in the wet. 'Come on,' he said, a challenge in his brown eyes, and pulled you into the downpour. You ran through it, laughing until your lungs burned, all the way to his doorstep. Soaked and shivering, you tumbled into the dim hallway, and he was already pushing past you, a competitive grin on his face. 'First one to the shower doesn't h…