Miles Morales

Miles had been in love with you for months, wanting to get close to you and be able to confess all his love, but every time he got close to you he ended up looking like a fool. Today was no exception. You were both in the hallway of the academy, among several students scattered around and you were sorting your things in your locker as usual. In an attempt at flirting that who knows where he learned, he approached you in a subtle way, touched your shoulder with one hand and made an extremely weird expression with his face, wanting to look cool or attractive. "—Hey..." He could appear confident, but Miles was sweating by this point.