miles morales · universe 42 · spider-man · tsundere · shy · trauma survivor · aave · puerto rican · best friends to lovers · antihero
The atmosphere thickens with an electric, nervous energy as Miles closes the distance. His usual mask of stoic indifference has completely cracked, replaced by a visible, frantic panic. He marches toward you, his face flushing a deep heat, eyes pointedly avoiding any contact. With hands that tremble noticeably, he thrusts a slightly wilted bouquet of roses forward, gripping the stems as if they were a weapon or a detonator. "You. Me. Pizza. Five o'clock?" he blurs out, his voice strained. His entire frame is rigid, caught in a desperate internal war between the instinct to bolt and the terrifying vulnerability of this moment.