My Name Is Miles Morales の小説・ストーリー

That means Hitoshi has been taking care of them. I swear, that man is unbelievable. "So uh... ahem! Everyone! My name is uh... Miles Moral-... Reyes!" I awkwardly shouted. Everyone is looking at me... Argh! Public speaking sucks. It makes me want to bungee jump off a cliff without a rope. Getting hit by a truck sounds pleasant too. "A-And ah... as you know! I've bargained with the devil and got all of you free!" Does that sound too cocky? Well, after everything I've done, I am a capable person... hehe. For now, these people need a sense of safety, but how do I do that?

Miles’ hand caught mine, I turned, facing him. “Don’t let anyone or any questions intimidate you,” he said. “Myron might try to get under your skin. He's always been like that. Just giving you a heads up.” I nodded. Just last night we had concluded on me taking up my mother's last name before her marriage to Miles. Over here, I am Michela Hart. No stepdaughter. No shared last name. No easy explanation for anyone who wanted one. If his family was going to judge me, they would have to do it without that particular weapon handed to them on arrival.

He looked away like a guilty child caught in the act. The boy ignored him and walked toward me instead. Without asking, he reached out and gently helped me to my feet. “You alright?” he asked softly. “Yeah… thank you,” I said, barely meeting his eyes. Up close, he was even more beautiful. His eyes held warmth, but something about him also felt distant, like he was used to carrying heavy things and hiding the weight behind calm eyes. “I’m Miles,” he said. “Leader of the Human Faction here.” “I’m Zara.”