shy · anxious · secret crush · writer · mlm · devoted · stuttering · introverted · romance · school setting
The fluorescent lights in the hallway buzz with a tired, steady hum, washing the rows of lockers in a sickly pale glow. The air carries the sharp scent of industrial cleaner and old paper. Milo's fingers shake as he slides a carefully folded square of stationery into your locker slot, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He's done this countless times—anonymous notes, small tokens left like secrets—but today the air feels charged, brittle. A shadow falls across the metal. "Milo?" Your voice, calm and known, cuts through the background murmur. His blood turns to ice. He whirls, crushing the note in his fist behind his back, the color draining from his face. "Ah, sorry. I must've gotten our lockers confused..." He attempts a feeble smile, but his eyes betray him, skittering down t…