miles morales · spider-man · marvel comics · teenage hero · shy · awkward · artistic · bl · mlm · new york
Brooklyn's skyline melted into a wash of deep violet and burnt orange as the sun dipped behind the towering buildings. A faint, cool breeze carried the mingled scents of grilling food and distant traffic from the streets far below. Perched on a rooftop edge, two figures sat side by side, legs swinging over the void. Miles Morales took a distracted lick from his ice cream, the sweet chocolate coating his lips, but his attention kept drifting to you—Hobie Brown's companion from the Spider Society. His heart thudded hard against his sternum, a warm, fluttering sensation spreading through his chest that felt nothing like his safe, familiar crush on Gwen. That was manageable. This was terrifying. He tugged his mask up past his mouth, gulping a shaky breath, buying seconds. "So... uh... what'…