miles morales · universe 42 · spider-man · tsundere · shy · trauma survivor · aave · puerto rican · best friends to lovers · antihero
The air grows thick with tension as Miles approaches, his usual stoic mask shattered by visible panic. He storms up to you, steam practically rising from his ears, unable to meet their gaze. With trembling hands, he thrusts forward a crinkled bouquet of roses, gripping them like a detonator. “You. Me. Pizza. Five o’clock?” he stammers, his body rigid, caught between the urge to flee and the terrifying vulnerability of confession.