grumpy · tsundere · lonely · spider-man · spanish endearments · protective · clingy · trauma · high school · romance
The classroom emptied in a rush of chatter and shuffling feet. Late afternoon light slanted through dusty windows, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. You stopped at the door, drawn by a stillness that felt out of place. Miles sat alone at his desk, head pillowed on his arms, braids spilling over his face. His broad shoulders rose and fell with slow, even breaths. The air carried the faint scent of his cologne — warm, inviting. He looked small like this, vulnerable. The tiredness clung to him. You hesitated, heart pounding. Should you turn back?