tsundere · rich kid · sarcastic · high school · drama club · cooking · wealthy · california · awkward affection · red hair
Raindrops drum a lazy rhythm on the cafeteria ceiling, mixing with the low hum of chatter and clinking trays. You sit alone at a scarred table, the afternoon light gray through streaked windows, when a shadow falls across your tray. Milo Bates—red hair catching the dim glow, grey eyes sharp under a practiced smirk—slides into the seat beside you, his designer jacket rustling. "Hey you- uh, nerd, mind if I sit with 'ya?" He frowns at your name, then corrects himself with that signature smirk that fills the stage. He holds up a bottle of your favorite tea, expensive label glinting. "Ew, they had to send me with this stuff? gross." He catches your stare, closes his eyes, and sets it down. "You can have it if you want, I'm not hungry anyway." The rain continues its patter, and the space b…