OBSIDIAN // Miles Morales

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EDITED; 11th Aug, 2024

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It had been a few days since Miles and (Y.name) first met, and their bond had grown steadily stronger. Despite their busy schedules, they managed to carve out time together in the late afternoons, making the most of the hours they had. For them, those moments were precious-a small, daily ritual that both cherished.

But today, things were different. Miles had been held back by his teacher after class. He explained to (Y.name) later that it was because of an assignment that needed to be completed by the next day. "Expectations," he had called it, the word hanging in the air like a challenge.

Now, (Y.name) found herself alone, sitting on a bench at the basketball court near her temporary school. The evening had settled in, painting the sky with shades of deep blue and purple. The air was still, filled only with the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves. She scrolled through her phone, half-distracted, looking for something-anything-to pass the time. The solitude wasn't unfamiliar, but tonight it felt heavier, more pronounced.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps caught her attention. Her senses sharpened instantly. Slipping her phone into her bag, she sprang to her feet, her body tensing as she prepared for whatever-or whoever-was coming her way. The footsteps grew louder, closer, and in a swift, instinctive motion, she kicked out, her foot stopping just inches from the person's face.

It was Miles.

The poor boy, startled by the sudden attack, lost his balance and tumbled backward, landing on the ground with a thud. For a moment, they both stared at each other, wide-eyed and in shock. The silence between them was almost comical, the absurdity of the situation sinking in.

"Miles? What the heck are you doing out at a time like this?" (Y.name) asked, her voice a mixture of concern and exasperation. But Miles was still too stunned to respond right away, his mind replaying the swift, precise movement that had nearly knocked him off his feet.

"I-I... uh... came out here to study...?" he finally managed to say, though it sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Study? Really?" (Y.name) raised an eyebrow, her skepticism clear. "So, I assume that large bag of yours is filled with books I could use as well?"

"Oh... about that..." Miles trailed off, his confidence deflating like a punctured balloon. He sighed in defeat, knowing there was no point in lying. "I... went to do a little street art..." he admitted quietly, his eyes flicking away from hers.

"That's all?" she asked, her tone softening as she sat down on the ground beside him.

"Yeah?" Miles responded, uncertain of where this was going.

"So... you do graffiti?" (Y.name) inquired, a hint of curiosity lacing her words.

"Yes, actually. How'd you know?" Miles asked, genuinely intrigued before his eyes narrowed playfully. "You're not spying on me, are you?"

"Trust me, I wouldn't do that."

"You sure?" he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Yes, Miles," she replied, rolling her eyes good-naturedly.

"I mean-I'd understand if you did-"

"Miles."

"-I am irresistible," he quipped, flashing her a cheeky grin. He barely had time to brace himself before (Y.name) jabbed him lightly in the side, causing him to wince. He fought to keep his posture steady, not wanting to show just how much that playful punch had actually hurt. 'She's stronger than she looks,' he thought, making a mental note to avoid provoking her next time.

He recovered quicker than usual, a strange sensation of resilience coursing through him. 'Weird,' he thought but quickly dismissed it as they both burst into laughter, the earlier tension dissolving into a shared moment of joy. Their laughter faded, but the smiles lingered, warm and genuine.

"No, but seriously, how did you know?" Miles asked, his curiosity piqued once more.

(Y/N) smiled mysteriously as she reached into her bag, pulling out her phone. Miles watched, puzzled, as she turned the phone to show him the back. His eyes widened in recognition and disbelief. On the phone case was one of his many stickers-a tag he had made and given to her during one of their early hangouts. The design, a vibrant splash of color with her name scrawled across it in graffiti style, was unmistakable.

"You kept that all this time?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he felt his heartbeat quicken.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" (Y.name) replied, her tone matter-of-fact, unaware of the blush spreading across Miles' cheeks at her words.

She stood up, holding out a hand to help him off the ground. Their fingers intertwined naturally, and neither seemed in a hurry to let go. "Mind if I join you for round two?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Really?" Miles asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"Of course not. Come on, let's go then!" He grinned, excitement bubbling up inside him as he intertwined his hand more securely with hers and led the way to find the perfect spot for their artwork.

Their collaboration was a success, the wall they chose now adorned with a vivid masterpiece that was as much a blend of their personalities as it was a fusion of their artistic styles. (Y.name) made sure to take a picture, capturing the moment before they headed back to school. As they walked back, they talked quietly, their conversation punctuated with comfortable silences.

When they finally parted ways, (Y.name) couldn't help but smile all the way back to her dorm. This Miles guy... he was different, in the best way possible. But there was something else about him, something that felt a little... off. She couldn't quite place her finger on it. 'Maybe I'm just being paranoid,' she thought, dismissing the feeling.

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Miles lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with a single thought swirling in his mind. 'The shoulder touch.' His heart raced at the idea, his mind jumping from one anxious thought to the next. 'WHAT IF SOMETHING GOES WRONG???' he panicked internally, imagining every possible scenario. But then, a wave of determination washed over him. 'You know what? I'll do it! Besides, what's the worst that could happen?' he resolved, a small smile playing on his lips as he drifted off to sleep.
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