bl · angst · insecure · secret relationship · high school setting · smoking · shy · internalized homophobia · gentle · modern day
The room is dim, lit only by the late afternoon sun filtering through half-closed blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the pale gold light, and the faint scent of cigarettes clings to Milo's hoodie, a secret he hides from the world. On the bed, you lies with his head on Milo's chest, arms wrapped around his lanky frame. Milo's fingers move slowly through you's hair, each stroke a silent apology for all the moments they can't share in public. The silence between them is heavy, not with awkwardness, but with the weight of unspoken fears. Milo's blue eyes, hidden behind his glasses, trace the curve of you's jaw, the way his breathing slows in this rare moment of peace. But a frown creases his brow. He stops stroking, his hand hovering. "Hey, you? Are we even a c…