ᴡʜʏ? || ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇꜱ

３,ａ ｍａｇｉｃ ｎｕｍｂｅｒ!

The sound of heavy feet echos throughout the empty school as Miles hurried back to his own dorm, to his best friend who had all the answers, dismissing the fact that he still had an entire day of school left. Luckily, Ganke decided to skip and pretend sick to avoid a test he never intended to study for. Though pretending to be sick just meant being able to secretly play his favourite video game all day.

Miles bursts into the room, the door slamming against its handy stopper. "Dude!" His eyes were bulging out of his head, sweat dampening his face which glistened underneath the sunlight. Ganke looks up at him, his bottom lip jotting out in vexation.

"Dude?"

"Dude!"

"Dude?!"

"DUDE!"

Ganke pushes up his glasses to greater read the room, absorbing in Miles' current panic attack. The jittery boy slams the door shut, striding over to his roommate. "The craziest thing just happened! You know that new girl Y/N, right?" Miles expressed, grabbing the arms of the chair Ganke was places in. The poor blind boy pressed his back to the cushioned seat, his chin doubling beneath his squishy cheeks. "Yeah, what about her?"

Miles let go of the chair, taking a step back with a sway of his lanky build and running his long fingers down the back of his neck then hooking them around his shoulders. His lips were sucked inward as he bites them, the girl on his mind was switching multiple gears caught in cobwebs.

"I just saw her stick to a wall!"

Ganke sits up, his back straightening as the phrase 'stick to a wall' caught his drifting attention. "What, really?" Curiosity filled his tone. He adjusts his glasses, pushing himself up from the chair and kicking it aside. Ganke had seen a lot in his time at BVA, including Miles hanging from the literal ceiling by a web. What he's never heard of was three spider-people coincidentally in the same city. "I thought you were the only one who could do something like that?"

"I am! I mean I was, I thought I was, but... I just don't get it! She's just some random girl who moved to New York not too long ago. I bet she doesn't even know who Spider-Man is!" Miles's hands flare around, exaggerating the solemnity of the moment. This was huge for Miles. It had been huge when Peter Parker died and all of the responsibilities were thrown onto his back for him to carry alone. He didn't want that for Y/N, for her normal, perfect life to be stripped away like his was because of some stupid arachnid. His heart ached for her.

"Maybe someone started up another stupid lab experiment and one of them slipped away?" Ganke's shoulders shrug with his suggestion, his brows wanting to touch his eyelids in sympathy for both Miles and Y/N. He knew he could never fully understand how cruel it is being a superhero, however he knew how much it weighed Miles down. He felt bad for not being able to help, he couldn't risk his safety trying to be the 'guy in the chair'. But knowing that someone else was there to help him in better ways, he was ecstatic.

Miles sighs, throwing himself onto Ganke's bottom bunk. The mattress creaks and he bounces off a few times before it settles under his weight. His body doubles over, his pointy elbows digging into his knees as his hands massage his throbbing forehead.
"I dunno man, this is just crazy..."

Ganke scoffs. "Crazy? No this is insane! It's good, even! Think about it, you and another spider-person, let alone woman, fighting crime together! Side by side, webs sewn into one—"

"Don't make it weird, man." Miles blabbed out, pulling his face from his sweating hands to shoot him a funny glare. Ganke clears his throat, his cheeks staining pink once he realised how unorthodox he was being. He shakes his head and turns back to the desk, pulling open a small drawer filled with a clutter of discarded things. Miles watches him intently, his eyes shifting down to the boys hands that grabbed a damaged pocket watch.