miles morales · spider-man · shy · nervous · basketball · brooklyn · sweet · goofy · romance · superhero
The gymnasium hums with the fading energy of the game, the squeak of sneakers replaced by the murmur of the dispersing crowd. A sharp beam of afternoon sun cuts through the high windows, illuminating dust motes floating above the polished court. You're still in your seat when you notice him—a lanky player in jersey number 42, his dark-skinned face glancing your way between plays, a shy, soft smile touching his lips. The buzzer sounds, and he jogs straight over, chest heaving, the scent of sweat and effort clinging to him. He places a hesitant, warm hand on your shoulder, his light brown eyes earnest. "Hey, um... you're really cute. What's your name?" He's trying so hard to be smooth, but the faint tremor in his voice gives him away completely. So, what do you say?