𝗢𝗕𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡, Miles Morales

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1.47k reads on Book 1?!? Gahhhh thank youuuuuu!!! I luv u all!! You deserve the best, so I'll make this book the best! Speaking of which, I want you to keep in mind that I haven't grasped ATSV movie like I did with ITSV, so there will be a time skip after the agurement between Miles and Jeff-- I mean-- Mr Morales soon to be captain (sadly). And to add on that, since we were on (Y/n)'s POV in the last book, except for the epilogue that is, this book will revolve around Miles more. I hope you're okay with that. Other than that, enjoy! <333

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Miles entered his room enraged and banged the door shut behind him, making one of his wardrobes open in the process. He groaned and was about to close it but stopped when his eyes caught the sight of a familiar book.

He opened the drawer and took out the book, holding it tightly. This is the same book he accidentally ripped out a page when he first got his spider powers. (Y.name) let him have it since it was still stuck on him and I ended up removing it at the nurse's office, same goes for her sweater.

He kneeled down and slid out a box from underneath his bed and rummaged through it. Miles smiled once he found his desired item. He removed it and held it out recalling all my memories with (Y.name). The sweater still looked the same, the (f.colour) material was soft and looked comfortable. It looks nice... but... it looks better when (Y.name) wore it...

He took the sweater, burying his face against it before taking a big whiff of the sweater—though he already washed it, he could still vividly remember the faintest scent of (Y.name)'s perfume on it. It was addicting to him, making him clutch onto the sweater almost subconsciously.

He dropped on his bed, faint memories of their past flashing in his mind—her smile, her hair, her handwriting he finds pretty whenever she's always on her book 24/7 writing who knows what, even when they first met. What did she write in her little notebook anyway? Curious, he sits back on his bed and placed her sweater on the bed taking her book.

He started to flip through the pages, looking through the multiple (poor/impressive) sketches and drawings she made of different people and places. Miles felt a smile creep up on his face, she was adorable...

That was until he found a few notes written in another page.

'I passed this mysterious boy who was staring at me in the hallway. I'll admit he's pretty cute, but he creeped me out for staring at me. So I decided to glare at him.... But I failed. I ended up staring at his brown eyes. I have never been fascinated as much as I am now.'

He could feel my cheeks heat up, both in embarrassment and flustered—that "mysterious boy" was him. He continued flipping through some more pages and they were all filled with more and more notes on her thoughts about him.

'His dark skin glows beautifully under the afternoon sun.'

'His cheeks turn rosy whenever he's embarrassed.'

'He's normally touch starved and liked holding hands. I don't mind.'

'He's so annoying whenever he smirks, but I find it kind of cute'

'His curly hair just makes him look so enticing.'

'His lips look so soft and gentle... I almost want to touch them with my own.'

He shut the book closed out of embarrassment. He felt hot and bothered all over. He tugged on his shirt, as if to attain some air. Miles' skin burned, faces flushed deeply and heart pounding against his chest. He took another glance at her sweater, picking it up once more and feeling the fabric.