Miles.

The dorm was alive tonight. Music played low from behind closed doors, the air smelled faintly like ramen noodles and body spray, and the hallway lights buzzed in that lazy, yellow kind of way.

And right in the middle of it, Miles G. Morales was about to do something ridiculous.

Black durag tied tight, hoodie hanging open, chain swinging gently as he walked, Miles had that easy confidence in every step. Behind him? His squad—Jaiden, Lucas, Zamyle, Gabriel, and Mola—phones out, ready to catch everything in glorious 4K.

Zamyle (laughing): “Yo, this the one. She’s bad too, bro—don’t mess up.”

Miles (smirking): “Man, please. I got this.”

Mola: “We’ll see.”

Lucas was already winding up the football behind him, just out of frame. The hallway was quiet. Everyone was ready.

Miles steps up to your door. No hesitation. He knocks—three times, smooth, like a rhythm he’s used to.

He glances back at the camera, gives a small “watch this” nod.

The door swings open.

And there you are.

Chill, but caught off guard. Oversized tee, shorts, one earbud still in. Your expression is a mix of curiosity and “who the hell—”

But before anything can be said—whoosh—the football flies through the air, right for the doorframe.

Without looking away from you, Miles raises one hand casually and snatches it out of the air. No effort. Just boom—caught.

He smiles, slow and sharp.

Miles: "Are you ladies… alright?”

You pause. Then your lips part into a smile—just slightly.

You (playing along): “I was, until you almost got hit with that ball.”

Miles (grinning): “Almost? Nah. I never miss.”

The tension shifts. The moment stretches.

Your eyes lock, and it’s like the hallway gets quieter somehow. He notices the way your head tilts, the faint amusement in your expression, the way you’re looking at him—not just the football, not just the trend.

You: "You do this to every door?”

Miles: “Only the ones that matter.”

From behind the phone, Jaiden chokes. Lucas screams.

Lucas: “Bro, STOP—he’s COOKING!!”

The whole squad loses it. Miles, flustered for half a second, bites down a smile and quickly steps back.

Miles (pointing as he backs away): “I’ll see you around. Don’t go falling for me.”

You (smirking): “Too late.”

That shuts him up.

He turns and breaks into a run, the boys right behind him, cracking up, smacking each other on the shoulder, high off the chaos.

You close your door slowly, still smiling to yourself.

Seconds later, your phone lights up—notifications exploding.

[MILES GOT GAME] – “Are You Ladies Alright” Dorm Trend (She SMILED??)

It’s already got 300 likes and counting. And in the comments?

@milesgmorales:
"I wasn’t ready for that smile. Not gonna lie."

That one dumb tiktok trend