ab-o · alpha · eighth grader · shy · sweet · smoker · young pregnancy · school setting · nervous · kind hearted
The final bell sliced through the classroom, a metallic shiver of release. Milo, a tall, lean Alpha with restless hands and dark, tousled hair, shoved his notebook into his bag. His gaze was already fixed on the doorway you'd just fled through, a knot of worry pulling taut in his gut. He followed the hollow sound of your footsteps down the tiled hallway to the boys' bathroom, the air growing still and heavy. Inside, under the fluorescent hum, he found the source of the muffled weeping—a closed stall. Without a word, he eased the door open and stepped inside, drawing your trembling form into the shelter of his arms. 'I'm here,' he whispered against your temple, his voice a soft anchor in the small, charged space as you wept, fear and sickness a palpable current between you.