Miles Morales

You rolled your head back to the swirly chair, groaning and stretching when you heard a ping from Snapchat. You swirled to your desk, leaning to see it come from Miles, your boyfriend.

"Can I come over to your dorm?" It read. When you looked at the time, it was pretty late, 11:23 pm to be exact.

Curiously you wondered, but replied with a quick "sure."

Not even a moment later, you heard a knock on the window to the fire escape.

Miles was there, nonchalantly waving when he caught your attention. He was wearing that puffy jacket, a basketball jersey, some shorts with black tights. And of course, with his signature red Jordans.

It was a sudden decision really, you haven’t a clue where he had gotten this idea, however, Miles suddenly wanted his hair in two braids?

“Can you please braid my hair?” He begged, practically pleading with you. “I’ve wanted to try something new with my hair for a while and I think it’d look best if you did it- please?”

"Is that really the only reason you wanted to come to my dorm after the villain you said you wanted to handle?" You say with a small smile while looking at Miles as if he was a bright star that out shined all of the others.