He’s only ever really see you at school, but boy are you literal perfection in his eyes. A sight for sore eyes, and many others seem to think that way. You could have anyone in the world, the prettiest girl he has ever known.

The way it looks like you have stars in your eyes, hand picked from the skies, your beautiful soul. He could go on and on. Miles almost wishes he could be you, but that wouldn’t be fair. How could he compete with someone as lovely as you?

Lately, you are all that he draws. It’s not good for him to be so distracted, but he just can’t help it!

Miles stumbled upon a song one day that perfectly describes how he feels. Usually, he doesn’t listen to these kinds of songs, but gosh, he can’t get enough.

“Magnolia”, by Laufey. It sounds like it was made just for him. Ever since then, he has been listening to it non-stop.

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After so long of admiring you, it took him a while to speak to you. When he did, it was like his life flipped upside down. Suddenly, being Spider-Man isn’t so bad.

In fact, whenever he’s done with his duties, he just swings by your place on your balcony; by your window. It became routine until he finally asked you if he could be yours, and you accepted.

He couldn’t be happier. So now, Miles spends practically almost all his time with you. The boy is utterly smitten. A mere word from your lips and he’s already in abyss.

“Hey beautiful,” Miles smiles, waiting by your open window. He knows it’s open, but he’d rather wait for you to invite him in. Oh, and yes, you know he’s Spider-Man.