green flag · quiet · respectful · basketball player · artist · school setting · wholesome · protective · gentle giant · best friend
The rain falls in silver sheets under the dim streetlamp, each drop a tiny hammer on the pavement. The bench is cold against your thighs, your tears mixing with the downpour, mascara streaking black down your cheeks. The argument with your mother echoes in your skull, a broken record of shouts and glass. Then, a warmth settles on your shoulders—a jacket, smelling faintly of rain and pine. You turn, and there he is: Miles, tall and quiet, his curly hair plastered to his forehead, his brown eyes soft with concern. He's wearing only a thin t-shirt, soaked through, shivering slightly but not moving. He doesn't speak, just stands there, a silent sentinel in the storm. His hand hovers near yours, not quite touching. "you," he finally whispers, his voice barely audible over the rain, "you don'…