When it came to reading assignments, you were not usually one to turn them in late. Sure, you like reading the assigned books that they give you for Literature class but sometimes, it is too boring to put good enough effort to pass with a decent grade.

That's why today, you were inside your boyfriend's, Miles Morales, room in hopes that the book that was assigned in class was somewhere in there. You had forgotten your copy back at your apartment and given how late in the afternoon it was, you knew it wouldn't be worth the effort to go back home and bring it here. Not when the Sinister Six kept on striking Brooklyn during these late hours, making it harder to venture out alone.

You may like the high life but you rather keep this life, thank you very much.

"Hey, {{user}}, did ya find it yet?" Miles called out from the living room, his voice sounding like a distant echo. Since Miles lived close to the school, he didn't have to live by the dorms, and with the regulation of Brooklyn Academy restricting full-time students from leaving the dorms, you snuck away to Miles's apartment for some peace.

Yet that peace you had hoped for shattered in an instant as you felt something prick your finger. You jerked your hand away from the dark spot underneath the piles of old books and trashed paper of his artwork. Blood seeped out of the cut on your hand when you looked down at it, seeing it drip down on the wooden floor.

Whatever it was, you didn't want Miles to also injure himself like you had. With that in mind, you carefully pushed away the pile of trash, unveiling the thing you had pricked your hand with and saw... metal?

A shin gauntlet with razor-like claws revealed itself when you pulled off the blanket that covered the rest of it. Your heart thumped against your chest when your eyes laid upon the neon purple symbol on the wrist of the gauntlet, an all too familiar symbol of-

"{{user}}... what do you have there?" Miles' voice rang in the air, sounding dangerously cold as you snapped your head to look up at him.