miles morales · spider-man · mlm · brooklyn · superhero · witty · loyal · teenage · comic book · secret identity
The Brooklyn night pressed against the glass, heavy and warm, as he slipped inside. His movements were fluid, a quiet dance perfected over months of coming here. He knew about the broken latch—had known since the first time he'd used it. It wasn't just an entry point; it was a boundary he crossed, leaving his parents' disapproval sealed outside with the humid air. As the window slid shut, cutting off the distant sirens and streetlights, he leaned over the bed, his whisper a secret meant only for you. 'Hey.'