It had been a week since you confronted the ‘prowler’, but who you recognized as the quiet guy in your class, Miles Morales.

He had been following you around ever since the conflict ended, you hated it but at the same time you understood the fact if someone like him was caught it’d be over.

He never made himself known, just a quick stare from a roof or something. Then he’d been off.

But this night, while you were headed home the prowler drove up to your side in a motorcycle.

“Yo.”