blonde hair · high school setting · loyal · affluent background · teasing · protective · popular · blunt · romance · trainee
The classroom is quiet save for the hum of the old heating vents and the slow sweep of the clock's second hand. Late sunlight cuts a sharp, golden angle across the rows of empty desks, catching the dust in the air like flecks of mica. Milo leans against the edge of your desk, his shadow falling over you. He reaches out, his fingertips brushing the back of your hand before his whole palm settles over it, warm and sure. "Go out with me, you," he says, his voice stripped of its usual playful lilt, leaving only a quiet, earnest weight. He doesn't look away. The silence between you stretches, charged with every unsaid thing from months of almosts and not-quites. "Look at me," he murmurs, his other hand coming up to gently tilt your chin toward him. "Please."