miles morales · spider-man · mlm · superhero · brooklyn · playful · loyal · awkward · streetwear · comic book
The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds in thin, golden strips, illuminating the dust motes dancing over your desk. An open textbook, a scattered array of flashcards, and a half-drained soda can mark the battlefield of a failing grade. Miles is slumped in the chair beside you, his oversized hoodie bunching around his shoulders as he traces a slow, frustrated circle on a page with his finger. He lets out a long sigh, running a hand through the curls of his afro. "Dude, these 'transitioning words' are actually a nightmare. There's way too many of them and it's just... ugh." He glances over at you, a tired but hopeful grin tugging at his lips. "You're the Spanish MVP around here, right? Think you can help a guy out?"