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thoughts. (revamped)

this is my first chapter I ever posted on this book.

I've remade it, not removing or adding any parts, but mostly my vocabulary.

I hope you enjoy it it !

Miles was constantly overwhelmed.

It wasn't surprising, really. He was still a teenager finishing high school, and on top of that, he was his universe's Spider-Man. But dealing with the pressure of being the lead Spider-Man was taking its toll.

It may not seem like much, but having to fight bad guys every morning and night, often coming home with barely an hour of sleep, left him feeling like a complete and utter mess.

The only solace Miles found was in Hobie.

Hobie was his refuge. He understood Miles in a way no one else could, being a Spider-Man himself.

They would often cuddle up on his bed after a long day of patrol, finding comfort in each other's warmth and the rhythm of their heartbeats. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows across the room, creating a sense of intimacy and peace.

But sometimes, Miles couldn't find solace in Hobie.

Hobie would be busy with patrols or gigs with his band, leaving Miles longing for his presence.

This was understandable. Miles didn't want to be clingy, but there were times when he needed Hobie more than ever.

Lately, Miles had been busier than usual.

More assignments, more patrols, more single missions from Miguel. It felt like he hadn't had a proper night's sleep in weeks.

He was constantly on a mission or buried in work. The cluttered room, filled with discarded coffee cups and scattered papers, was a testament to his state of mind. The faint scent of stale coffee hung in the air, mixing with the sweet aroma of Hobie's cologne.

Hobie would visit often, but he never seemed to notice the chaos in Miles's room, or perhaps Miles was just good at hiding it behind his tired eyes.

Even their intimate moments lacked the usual spark, leaving Miles feeling even more drained and disconnected.

At the end of the day, Miles was sleep-deprived, malnourished, and overworked.

He was a mess, but he was determined to soldier on, unaware of how close he was to breaking.

Miles's POV

I struggled to focus on my history paper. The topic was the Middle Ages, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer amount of work I still had to do.

"I have two English assignments," I muttered to myself, only to be reminded of the two math assignments I hadn't finished and the other subjects my parents insisted I take.

The noise around me was deafening, drowning out my thoughts and amplifying my anxiety. The distant sound of traffic outside mingled with the hum of the air conditioner, creating a cacophony of noise that grated on my nerves.

My spider-senses were going haywire, making it impossible to concentrate. I dropped my pencil, clutching my head in discomfort.

I couldn't breathe. My throat felt constricted, my chest tight.

"I can't do this."

"I'm going to fail."

"What will my parents think?"

The questions swirled around me, suffocating me.

"Ground yourself, Miles," a voice urged from the back of my mind.

I tried to find something to hold onto, something tangible to anchor me, but there was nothing, and I collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.

I sobbed uncontrollably, the tears blurring my vision and the room spinning around me. Each sob felt like a weight pressing down on my chest, making it harder to breathe.

The walls seemed to close in on me, suffocating me with their oppressive presence. I clawed at my chest, trying to alleviate the pressure, but it only seemed to worsen.

Suddenly, I felt gentle hands around my waist, pulling me close. The touch was familiar, comforting.

"Hobie," I thought, as I was lifted into his arms and held tightly against his chest.

Gradually, the chaotic thoughts receded, replaced by the steady rhythm of Hobie's heartbeat.

"I've got you, love. Just breathe," he whispered soothingly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my back.

Slowly, my breathing steadied, and the panic began to ebb away.

"You're alright now. I've got you," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

I wanted to tell him everything, to pour out all my fears and insecurities, but the words caught in my throat.

Instead, I buried my face in his chest, clinging to him as if he were my lifeline.

"Luv, you're going to get yourself all worked up again. Calm down and tell me what's wrong," he urged, his lips brushing against my temple.

"I don't know what to do anymore, Hobes," I confessed, my voice shaky and raw.

"What do you mean, love?"

"I mean, between school and being Spider-Man, I have over twenty assignments, and it's impossible to focus when I'm always sore from patrol. I haven't slept or eaten properly in weeks."

"Two weeks?" Hobie's eyes widened in shock and concern. "Love, that's not good. How have you even managed to go on patrols?"

He lifted me gently, carrying me to the bed.

"I-" I started, but he cut me off with a gentle kiss.

"I told you not to push yourself like that, didn't I?"

I nodded, feeling tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

"Sorry," I whispered, feeling utterly defeated.

"No need to apologize, love. I understand," he said softly, pressing another kiss to my forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.

I could hear the sound of running water, and the steam wafted into the room, enveloping me in warmth.

It was comforting.

"Go get in the shower while I go get you some food," Hobie called from the bathroom.

I got up slowly, feeling drained and exhausted.

The shower revived me, but it also left me feeling even more tired. The hot water cascading over my body felt like a soothing balm, washing away the tension and stress of the day.

When I emerged, Hobie was sitting on the bed with food on in hand, looking at me with concern.

"You look absolutely exhausted, Miles. Come here," he said, patting the spot next to him.

I crawled onto the bed, collapsing against him.

"I brought you fresh sushi. With cream cheese," he said, offering me a small smile.

I perked up at the mention of food, quickly devouring the sushi.

"Thank you," I said softly, feeling a sense of warmth and gratitude wash over me.

We ended up sharing the meal, despite Hobie's protests that I needed to eat more.

I didn't finish it all, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me.

I crawled under the covers, pulling Hobie close and resting my head on his chest.

"Go to sleep, love. You're not going to school tomorrow," he murmured, his voice lulling me into a peaceful slumber.