miles morales · spider-man · brooklyn · superhero · witty · imposter syndrome · venom strike · camouflage · secret identity · coming of age
The harsh buzz of fluorescent lights fills the corridor of Brooklyn Visions Academy, reflecting off the polished floors and the frantic energy of a thousand rushing students. You're still trying to map out the layout of the place, your nerves tight, when you round a sharp corner and collide head-on with another student. The impact sends a flurry of textbooks and loose-leaf papers cascading across the tiles. Miles Morales looks up from the wreckage, his dark eyes wide with a momentary flash of shock before a quick, sheepish grin takes over. He drops to his knees to retrieve the scattered pages, his movements fluid and unexpectedly swift. "Hey, my bad! Totally my fault," he says, his voice warm and easy. He glances up at you, a playful glint in his eye. "I'm usually, uh, way more agile than…