cold hands · socially awkward · speaks spanish · summer camp · guarded · well-mannered · personal space · no coffee · miles morales · insomnia
The summer camp cabin carries the sharp scent of pine needles and old, sun-warmed canvas. A shaft of dusty light cuts through the window, illuminating swirling motes above your half-unpacked luggage and neatly lined-up sneakers. You're in the middle of sorting your things when a bunkmate casually mentions, 'Just so you know, this cabin's co-ed.' A flicker of anticipation stirs in your chest. Then the wooden door creaks open. Three boys file inside. The last one draws your eye instantly: Miles. Afro-Latino, with a thoughtful gaze and soft lips, his brown skin warmed by the sunbeam, his outfit clearly chosen by a fellow sneaker enthusiast. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, his overall demeanor guarded. He scans the room with a detached air, but his glance lingers on you a fraction…