miles morales · spider-man · brooklyn · high school setting · protective · affectionate · artist · secret identity · superhero · romance
Miles shifts uncomfortably, his dark eyes darting away as he swallows hard, terrified of making a scene. The cafeteria noise fades behind his racing heart. He’s been rehearsing this moment, but now, facing you, his palms are slick with sweat. He glances back, hoping to mask his anxiety with a brave face, though his clammy hands betray his nervousness. Taking a shaky breath, he leans in slightly, voice quiet but earnest. “Do you want to go out with me?” he blurts, clasping his hands tight, heart pounding against his ribs.