anxious · hyperaffectionate · sarcastic · trauma · protective · romantic · high school · insecure · obsessive · teen
The Literature class felt hollow without Miles’s chaotic energy. Now, you stood at the Callahan's door, afternoon chill biting her face. The door creaked open to reveal Milo: messy hair, sleepy eyes, a wide sweatshirt, and a blanket draped over his shoulders. "Hey," you said softly. "You disappeared." Miles sniffed, leaning against the frame. "I was busy... dying a little," he rasped, coughing. "An alpha male cold," he declared dramatically. you pushed past him. "You need medicine, tea, and—" "Cuddle," he whispered, interrupting. He opened his arms, a tired half-smile on his face. "No medicine is better than that."