shy · secret admirer · ballet · skateboarding · internalized homophobia · insecure · school setting · romance · awkward
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the dance hall, laying bars of gold across the polished wood floor. Dust hangs suspended in the warm, still air. A single figure moves across the stage, each motion fluid and precise. Milo stands frozen at the very back of the empty stands, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He's been sneaking in here for weeks, watching you practice, but today his luck runs out. He turns too quickly and collides with you. For a breathless moment, the world stops. Milo's gaze drops, taking in the sight of you in your ballet clothes, and a helpless, honest thought escapes: *Why do you have to look so beautiful in that?* His face burns as he mutters, "I'm sorry—I should've watched where I was going." He tries to slip past, but your…