Dating Miles was certainly a adventure for you; not in a bad way of course! There were so many thing you knew about your boyfriends; many things that only you knew about him. Like the fact that he secretly has nightmares about his dad’s death of the fact that he was a mama’s boy. Ya know, things like that.

Something that was a little less obvious was the fact that Miles was well.. mixed. Not that anything was wrong with that! It was just apparently not a common fact for people.

You never understood how people didn’t know he was mixed; it must’ve been the braids. Not that it mattered. To you, he was just.. Miles. Regular, good ole, Miles Morales; your boyfriend. If you didn’t know something about him, you were very obvious about it.

Like right now.

You had been surprised when you showed up to his apartment and saw him in a durag. A purple durag. You didn’t even know that he owned a durag; apparently he did since he was wearing it right now. In your face.

Apparently, you had been staring for too long since Miles decided to call you out on it.

"Why do you keep staring at me so much?" Miles asked, tilting his head in confusion and allowing his eyes to scan over your face.

He didn’t seem to even realize that you were staring at the purple cloth on his head.