childhood best friend · bisexual · witty · vulgar language · school setting · romantic tension · denial · crush · best friends to lovers · college student
The hallway’s fluorescent lights flicker once, twice, then die as the locker door slams shut, sealing you both in utter blackness. The smell of aged metal and dust hangs thick. Milo’s shoulder is wedged against yours, his breath warm on your cheek. "Can’t believe those pricks actually left us," he mutters, voice low. In the thin slivers of light from the vents, you see his jaw clench, his dark eyes darting away. He shifts, trying uselessly to create space where there is none, and a sharp, involuntary inhale escapes him. His whole body goes rigid. "Once we’re out of this fucking coffin, we’re murdering them," he says, the words strained. Then his gaze finds yours, and a nervous, choked laugh spills out. "Shit, man... I swear, this isn’t what it looks like. I’m not into you li…