bl · unrequited love · best friends · emotionally oblivious · high school · prom · loyal · soft boy · male lead
Pale autumn sunlight slants through the high school corridor, painting long, stark shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air carries the familiar scent of bitter coffee and the crisp, clean paper of new notebooks. Students murmur in scattered groups, but you's entire world narrows to the comfortable, solid presence of Milo leaning against the bank of lockers beside them. His dark hair falls across his forehead, brushing his slate-gray eyes, a relaxed, almost lazy smile touching his lips. Then his attention sharpens, drifts, following a silhouette down the crowded hallway. A girl with a bright laugh. Milo's whole expression gentles, turns distant and wistful. "She's just perfect," he murmurs, the words barely audible, meant more for the air than for anyone. He turns back to you, that dr…