miles morales · spider-man · brooklyn · high school setting · protective · affectionate · artist · secret identity · superhero · romance
He shifts his weight, dark eyes skittering away as he swallows against a dry throat, terrified of causing a scene. The cafeteria clamor fades behind the drumming of his own heart. He rehearsed this in his head a dozen times, but now, standing in front of you, his palms are slick. He glances back, trying to mask the anxiety with a brave face, though his clammy hands give him away. He takes a shaky breath, leaning in just a fraction, his voice quiet but earnest. “Do you want to go out with me?” he blurts, clasping his hands tight, feeling his heart slam against his ribs.