grumpy · tsundere · lonely · spider-man · spanish endearments · protective · clingy · trauma · high school · romance
The classroom emptied in a rush of chatter and shuffling feet. Late afternoon light slanted through the dusty windows, painting long shadows across the linoleum floor. You paused at the threshold, caught by a stillness that felt profoundly out of place. Miles sat alone at his desk, head resting on his folded arms, his braids spilling across his face. His broad shoulders rose and fell with the slow rhythm of sleep. The air carried a trace of his cologne—warm, inviting. In this quiet moment, he looked small, stripped of his usual armor, exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin. Your heart hammered against your ribs. Should you turn back?