punkflower oneshots.. ⭐️

mental health.

I'm back! Sorry for ghosting my book !

Miles was typically a busy kid. Assignment after assignment, trying to keep his reputation as a straight A student. But it was still a lot for a him. On top of being Spiderman and missions from Miguel, he never really had time for just, him.

Hobie was obviously a big help. Telling him not to overwork himself, and he would help out if he needed it. And Miles appreciated it, but he really didn't realized when he needed to ask for that help. Pilling assignments, mission after mission, was it becoming too much? Yes, definitely.

It was the week of Miles fall break. And instead of relaxing, having no worries over school assignments or missions, and only have petty crime, Miles found himself at his desk all break, trying to complete assignments that weren't due for another 2 weeks. Why? Miles didn't even have the answer to that. He just felt like he had to. Like the work had to be done, or he'd be worrying about it. He had to keep his hands busy, right?

Well fast forward to the week after fall break, Miles couldn't find the strength to leave his bed. He was so exhausted from the week before, that he didn't even want to go to school anymore. He begged his mama' to let him stay home from school that day. And it became a cycle. He asked the next day, and asked the day after that, until his mama told him he had to go. He didn't like that at all. "What kind of mom are you!? Can't you see I'm tired? I just want to stay home for today!" A He screamed, pushing himself farther into his covers, trying to drown out the sound of his mom yelling back at him. "Miles! You've stayed in here since Monday! It's Wednesday, you've got to go to school, your missing your clssses-"

"I don't care about my stupid classes, mama! I just want to sleep! Will you let me sleep?!" Miles got up on adrenaline, slamming his door closed in his mom's face. He had angry tears running down his face. His body felt weak again, and he plummeted into his bed, wiping his tears.

Miles continued to fall asleep, and wake back up again, still being too tired to get up and do anything. Later, he heard the window tapping, and then looked up to see someone coming through. It was Hobie. He'd been worried because he hadn't heard from Miles in a while, and came to check up on him.

The first thing Hobie realized when he came in, is that his room smelt awful. Of course, he wasn't going to tell Miles that to his face. The room was a complete mess. Coffee cups scattered around his room, school books and papers all over the place. It looked like a tornado ran through his room. "Hey baby.." Hobie said, sort of confused. He took his vest off, sitting it on the chair infront of the very messy desk.

Miles didn't answer. Instead turned his head in the other direction, not facing him.

"What's going on ? I haven't heard from you for awhile.." he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing circles on Miles back. "Nothing. m'just tired." Miles said. A coldness in his voice. "It don't seem like nothin, I mean your room is a mess." Hobie scans the room again, starting to a pattern. School books, coffee, scatters pens and high lighters. Hobie saw where this was going. "I'm fine Hobes, just leave me alone."

"Well I'm not just gonna leave you alone baby, you look horrible." He moved his hand to instead use his thumb to rub his back, instead of circles with his hand. "I can tell by the fucking ginormous school books you've been overworkin, haven't you-" Hobie was taken aback by Miles shoving his hand off of his back. Miles had sat up and he was irritated. "God, can't you just leave me alone! What don't you understand ? Are you incoherent or something-"

Miles stop midway through his words, breathing heavy, eyes softening slightly. Hobie just looked shocked. Not hurt, just shocked at an outburst that Miles had never done before. "F-Fuck, I did it again.." he said, feeling tears swell in his eyes. He let out a chocked sob on accident, and tried to wipe his eyes. " Miles.." Hobie said, grabbing Miles hands kissing them gently. He placed his hand on top of Miles's hand, laying it on his face, cradling it. With his other hand, he let Miles fall into him, hugging him sweetly.