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You lounged in your dorm room, phone in hand as you lazily scrolled through TikTok. It was just another typical evening, filled with catchy tunes and viral dances, until you stumbled upon a video that captured your attention.
It was a boy, seemingly around your age, his screen filled with the genuine warmth of someone who wore his heart on his sleeve. His profile name read milesmorales, with the caption, "Falling without saying a word... 🥺💕," compelling enough to make you stop and watch.
The boy—Miles—in the video was undeniably cute; he had a head of tight curls, skin a rich shade of brown, and hazel eyes that sparkled with a kind of bashful enthusiasm.
But it was his smile, accompanied by the appearance of dimples, that really got you.
He was awkwardly adorable, his words tumbling out with a mix of shyness and awe. "There's this person in my lecture hall..." he started, his voice tinged with a nervous excitement. The apple of his cheeks were a soft pink, and you found his bashfulness endearing. He talked about them as though they were the sun—bright, warm, and utterly captivating. "They're just... amazing, you know? There's something about them. I can't stop thinking about them," he stuttered, looking down with a shy smile playing on his lips.
As the video progressed, Miles' cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, as did the tips of his ears. He visibly struggled to express his feelings, yet he persevered, driven by the strength of his emotions. "I think I might... I might be in love," he confessed, his voice barely more than a whisper. It was a bold statement, especially for someone who admitted, with a flustered grin, that he hadn't even spoken to them yet. "I've just seen them from across the room," he said, laughing nervously, his hand coming up to shield his eyes as if to hide from his own confession.
The video ended with him looking down for a moment before meeting the camera again. "I don't even know if they know I exist, but I just had to share this."
As the video looped back to the beginning, you were struck by the sincerity and sweetness of his confession.
"Aww," you found yourself smiling at your phone, touched by his raw, unpolished honesty.
He wasn't playing it cool or trying to be something he wasn't. He was just a guy, overwhelmed by his feelings for someone he'd never even talked to.
You found yourself replaying the video, drawn to his earnestness. There was something about his demeanor that was incredibly relatable and real.
It felt like watching a scene from a movie, except there was no script here—just a boy, a phone, and a crush that had taken him completely by surprise.
You couldn't help but wonder about the person he was talking about—were they aware of the lovestruck boy who adored them from afar? The thought lingered in your mind as you continued scrolling, Miles' shy smile imprinted in your memory.
Curiosity piqued; you noticed a comment pointing to another video. It was a follow-up, just as viral as the first.
You clicked, and there he was again—with earnest eyes, now a familiar presence on your screen. Miles' voice, soft and almost reverent, drew you into his world once more.
He was trying to articulate his feelings better this time, speaking of the person he'd never directly spoken to, yet felt so deeply for. As he talked, his eyes shimmered with an unspoken joy. "It's weird, right? How you can feel so much for someone you've never talked to? But every time I see them, it's like my day gets a little brighter."
Miles' voice took on a softer tone, almost reverent, as he described them. He recounted small details—how quiet they were and how they seemed isolated at first but were actually incredibly kind, always ready to help others.
You found yourself drawn into his narrative, seeing this person through his eyes.
"They have this quiet strength about them," he said softly, his eyes lighting up. "It's like, they don't need to be loud to be noticed. Their kindness... it just speaks volumes."
He shifted slightly, pausing as if gathering his thoughts. "And the way they have this way of being there for people, even when they keep to themselves. It's like they don't even realize how sweet they are. It's just... part of who they are. It's amazing to watch. I admire that, I really do."
The video concluded with a moment of vulnerability, his gaze shifting off-camera, a wistful tone in his voice. "I just wish I could tell them all this, ya know? Just walk up to them and say it. Maybe someday," he murmured, more to himself than to his audience.
You found yourself scrolling through the comments, where viewers had poured out their hearts in response to his vulnerability:
starlightdreamer This is the cutest thing ever 😭 You HAVE to talk to them!
funnyguy87: Dude, if you don't tell them, I'm stealing your lines for my crush 😂
hopelessfalleesr23: Manifesting a guy like this for myself 😍💕
mysterygirl123: If it doesn't work out with them, I'm right here!
comediequeenie: Plot twist: This is marketing for a netflix rom-com. jkjk can't wait for the next update 😂
sinceritiesqueaks: This is so pure. It's rare to see someone so genuine. Don't lose that spark! They're lucky ❤️
"Saammmee," you giggled softly at the comments, finding the whole situation endearingly sweet.
Curiosity led you to Miles' TikTok profile, eager to devour his other videos. There were only four more since the viral one—each one a treasure in its own right. The most recent one caught your attention immediately. In it, Miles addressed the growing curiosity about his crush's identity. "So, my account's blown up way more than I expected," he started, a mix of surprise and caution in his tone. "And to answer the question everyone's asking: no, I won't be showing what they look like. The reasons? I don't want someone sweeping in before I get my chance to express my feelings, and I definitely don't want them getting hate from people being delusional. That's it. I hope that clears things up. Now, please stop asking."
You couldn't help but vocalize your admiration, "We stan an intellectual king," admiring his consideration and respect for his crush's privacy.
The second video was a delicate blend of candor and restraint, hinting at what led to his latest update. Miles appeared hesitant, weighing each word as if he was trying to maintain boundaries amidst his sudden online fame. "I get that you're all curious, and I appreciate the love, but please stop flooding my DMs for updates. It's not about what they look like, it's about who they are, the person I've come to admire from a distance. I'll share more about them, sure, but I'm going to keep it vague from now on. Some things... they need to stay just between us, even in this digital world."
Each word he spoke felt like a secret shared just with you, despite the thousands of other viewers.
You were drawn deeper into the story of this boy and his unseen crush; his words painted a picture of an affection that was pure and profound, leaving you eagerly anticipating the next chapter in this digital love story.
In the third video, he responded to a comment about his appearance.
budsinlighter:Why are you so afraid to confess/talk when you're this good-looking?
As you watched, you found yourself nodding in agreement—Miles really was handsome.
His face, a beautiful blend of African-Latino heritage, was marked by a rich brown skin tone that glowed under the camera light. His hazel eyes, fringed with curly eyelashes, were deeply expressive, radiating a mix of vulnerability and warmth.
But it was his smile that captured your heart—a boyish, charming smile that brought out small dimples at the corners of his full, two-toned lips. There was a hesitant yet genuine quality to it, like he was still getting used to being seen and appreciated.
Miles' hair added to his distinctive look—3B curls in a stylish brown undercut, the sides neatly trimmed, making the curls on top stand out even more. His skin appeared smooth, almost poreless, adding to his youthful appearance. His high cheekbones were accentuated every time he smiled or laughed, adding to the boyish charm that made him so endearing.
Miles answered with a shy laugh, "I guess I don't really see myself like that. I mean, on campus, I try to dress nice sometimes, but mostly, it's just a big hoodie, sweats, and a beanie for me." He fiddled with the sleeve of his shirt, looking more like a boy trying to find comfort in his own skin than the confident image he'd portrayed.
He continued, his voice dropping a bit as he shared something deeply personal. "Growing up, I was... different. I was lanky, had acne, pretty short. Got a lot of flak for it, from family and at school." He shrugged, his eyes drifting away from the camera, as if revisiting those memories wasn't easy. "So now, even when people call me attractive, it's hard to believe. I still feel like that kid sometimes, you know? It's weird getting compliments when you've spent so long seeing yourself in a completely different way."
As he spoke, there was an honesty that resonated with you. His struggles, his transformation, the dissonance between how the world saw him and how he saw himself—it all painted a picture of someone who'd grown, yet still carried the scars of his past.
"Poor baby," you sighed, feeling yourself relate to him even more.
When you tapped on the last video, you saw that it was a six-minute Q&A of Miles answering the most liked questions from his viral video's comments. You leaned in, intrigued.
The intimate setting of his dorm room, with posters adorning the walls and a soft light casting a cozy glow, made it feel like a personal chat.
kirano-indemguts:How old are you?
Miles responded with an easy smile, "I'm 19, born in August. Makes me a Leo, if anyone's into astrology."
gimmiegimmeamaniepedi:Height?
He looked momentarily puzzled, as if the question hadn't crossed his mind before. "Oh, uh, I'm not sure how tall they are, but I don't really care, tall, short. But if you mean me, I think I'm around 6'2," he said, giving a small, almost shy laugh. He gestured to his frame, as if to offer a visual confirmation of his height.
kiranoeiw:Are u a top or bottom 😛
Miles' expression shifted to one of mild confusion and embarrassment. His voice dropped to a near whisper, and he looked down, a blush coloring his cheeks. "I, um, I don't really know what that means..." He coughed slightly, regaining his composure. "Let's go to the next question."
hhhobies:your video make my whole day💗💖✴🌺 but can you make my hole weak?💞💞✌🏻
For a moment, Miles blinked, his expression one of confusion. Then, as the meaning of the words sunk in, his eyes widened slightly. He stuttered, momentarily lost for words. "You guys really just go for it, huh?" he finally managed to say, his laughter breaking through the initial shock as he moved on to the next question.
samiyasosa:Have you ever been in a relationship before?
Miles hummed thoughtfully, his fingers absentmindedly tousling the top of his hair. "No, I haven't," he admitted with a hint of vulnerability. "I was kind of just... there, ya know? Watching everyone else navigate dating and relationships while I never really jumped in."
You found yourself nodding in agreement, his words mirroring your own experiences. Like Miles, you had always thought it smarter to wait until after high school to explore dating, a decision advised by the adults around you.
Now, in college, you found yourself inexperienced in the dating scene.
Your attention returned to the video as Miles fell into a moment of quiet reflection, his sigh soft and contemplative. He looked away, his gaze distant. "If they're not interested or I get rejected, it's okay," he spoke, his tone imbued with a sense of bittersweet acceptance. "I can't force anyone to like me. Everyone's their own person, right? Sure, it'll hurt, but... that's life."
You didn't need to see the question to know what was asked because his response was more than enough; his ability to accept and maturity to prepare for any potential outcome of his crush situation earned your silent applause.
The video ended with him mustering a smile, shrugging off the sadness. "I'll keep you guys updated. Bye for now, and thanks for all the support."
As the screen went dark, you let out a sigh, echoing his sentiment. "Same, Miles. Same," you muttered, feeling a connection to his candidness and honesty. Your thoughts briefly wandered, pondering the complexities of unrequited feelings and the bravery it took to express them.
The shrill sound of your alarm abruptly pulled you back to reality, signaling the end of your brief escape into Miles' world.
With a groan and an exaggerated eye roll, you shut off the alarm and sat up, preparing to switch gears. "From crushing on a TikTok confession to deciphering ancient myths," you quipped with a touch of sarcasm, reaching for your mythology textbook. "Because clearly, my academic life is as thrilling as my non-existent love life."
As you gathered your study materials, a final glance at your phone screen showed Miles' TikTok account still open. Finding his entire situation and candidness on his account endearing, you couldn't help but press 'Follow,' a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
There was something about him—his vulnerability, his honesty—that resonated with you.
Eager to see how his story unfolded, you made a mental note to keep up with his updates.
With a newfound sense of connection, albeit to a stranger on the internet, you turned your attention to your homework, the mythological tales waiting to be unraveled.
Yet, somewhere in the back of your mind, the thought of Miles and his unspoken love story lingered, a sweet distraction from the mundane routine of college life.
A weary groan escaped your lips as you trudged into your dorm room. Glancing to the left, you noticed your roommate's side still empty, a stark reminder of her absence since Fall Break.
Now, with Winter Break fast approaching and the weight of semester final exams bearing down, her continued absence felt more pronounced.
You shuffled to your side of the room, dropping your backpack with a thud onto the desk. Exhaustion overwhelmed you as you collapsed facedown onto your bed, letting out a muffled scream into your pillow.
Your brain felt like it had been put through a blender after completing your final mythology exam.
Apsu, Hercules, Persphone, Gilgamesh,Antigone,Tiamat,Aphrodi—AHHH! So much to recall!
You were so grateful for your professor's open-notes policy. Though the only downside was that you were only allowed three notecards to put said notes on.
An award should be given for the way you managed to cram an entire semester's worth of lessons onto those three cards.
Your hand lazily reached into your pocket to fetch the notecards and see if they reflected anything you recalled from the exam, but it came up empty. Your face scrunched up in confusion, only to relax as the memory of giving them away came back. You could still picture the sea of stressed faces in the exam hall, the clock ticking down, TAs patrolling the room.
Luckily, with your trusty cards, you managed to finish with 45 minutes to spare; you must have given them away in such a generous mood.
"Oh well, did my good deed for the day," you mused with a resigned sigh, kicking off your shoes and burrowing into the comfort of your blankets. Your phone in hand, you prepared for a well-deserved TikTok binge session.
A few weeks had passed since you first discovered Miles' account. Today, your scrolling came to a halt as his face appeared in a new update. He was outdoors, away from the familiar confines of his dorm room, his cheeks tinted with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
As Miles began to speak, the world around him faded into insignificance. He was sharing a story about his crush, each word pulling you deeper into the narrative.
You leaned in, captivated, as he recounted the events, oblivious to everything else but his story unfolding on your screen.
He described the moment with a sense of wonder in his voice. "They were one of the first to finish the exam," he said, his eyes lighting up at the memory. "As they walked up the lecture hall, they made eye contact with me. Just for a second, they slowed down..."
You could almost see it happening—the quiet of the exam hall, the tension in the air, Miles sitting there, lost and overwhelmed. Then they appeared in his story, a momentary savior with a simple question that changed everything.
Miles' voice softened, a smile creeping into his tone. "They mouthed, 'Do you need notes?' I just nodded, too stunned to speak. And then, they did the most amazing thing." He paused, as if reliving the kindness in his mind. "They dropped the notecard near my foot, pretending to pick it up for me. Like it was mine all along."
You pictured the scene: their quick thinking, the subtle exchange of the notecard, the careful glance to ensure they weren't caught. It was a scene straight out of a movie, and you were captivated by every detail.
"Their smile..." Miles continued, a dreamy quality in his voice. "It was so genuine, so kind. For a moment, my heart just... stopped. And when it started again, it was like a drum in my chest."
You could feel his confusion, his awe, the rush of emotions that must have coursed through him. The way he described it, you were right there in that lecture hall, watching the scene unfold, feeling his heart skip and restart.
As he recounted the moment, an unexpected memory flashed through your mind. You saw yourself back in the mythology exam room, finishing early. Your attention was drawn to a figure hunched over in the corner.
A boy, unmistakably overwhelmed, with his hoodie drawn over his head and his leg tapping out a nervous rhythm against the floor.
The scene was crystal clear in your mind—the palpable sense of his distress pulled at your heartstrings.
You recalled every detail... his slouched posture, the way his hoodie shadowed his face, his leg nervously bouncing as he stared down at an exam paper, still on the first page.
Your footsteps slowed as you approached, noticing his pencil tapping against the small foldable desk in a frantic tempo. When he sensed your presence, he looked up, his eyes meeting yours in a moment of silent communication.
In a hushed tone, barely above a whisper, you asked, "Do you need notes?" His nod was all the confirmation you needed. You quickly devised a plan, crouching beside him and pretending to pick up the notecard you had secretly folded in your hand.
You were acutely aware of the TA's watchful eyes pausing their patrol, scrutinizing your interaction for any signs of cheating.
You flashed an innocent smile to the TA, then turned back to the boy, saying softly, "Here, your notecard fell under your seat." Placing the cards gently in his hands, you offered him a reassuring smile before gathering your belongings to leave.
Snapped back to the present by Miles' voice on your phone, the pieces suddenly clicked together. As the realization dawned on you, the video became a distant drone in the background. That boy was Miles.
You were the one who helped him. He was the boy you helped.
Your heart raced as everything clicked into place. The crush Miles had been talking about all this time... it was you.
In a daze, you dropped your phone, the reality of the situation crashing over you like a wave. He likes you. Miles, the earnest, kind-hearted boy from TikTok, likes you.
"Hold up... HE LIKES ME!?!" The thought sent you rolling onto your stomach, screeching into your pillow in disbelief. "That hot piece of a man likes me!?"
After a moment of wild disbelief, you slowly sat up, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in your head. What should you do? Should you reach out to him? The thought of initiating contact with Miles, knowing he had feelings for you, sent a thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness through you.
As you contemplated your next move, a sense of anticipation built within you. This wasn't just a story unfolding on your phone screen anymore; it was happening to you.
And somehow, that made it all the more exhilarating.
Gathering up courage you didn't know you had, you decided to take a leap of faith.
With a mix of nervousness and excitement, you typed out a message to Miles on TikTok, your fingers hesitating slightly over the send button.
𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭-____-𝐧𝐧𝐚
Did the notecards help?
The question felt both monumental and incredibly simple.
You glanced at your own TikTok profile—less than two followers, a single grainy video, a username that now seemed embarrassingly childish, and an anime icon.
The vulnerability of reaching out to someone like Miles, who seemed so put together, suddenly hit you.
Almost an hour ticked by with no response, the silence stretching out uncomfortably. Each minute felt longer than the last, filling you with doubt.
Finally, Miles' reply came through:
𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬
Yeah, it did. Statistics is a tough course.
Confusion furrowed your brow. You typed back, trying to keep your tone light despite the mix-up:
𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭-____-𝐧𝐧𝐚
Stat? The only notes I gave out were for mythology.
So, if you used it for that, sorry to say, but you failed, bud.
You hit send, and then there was nothing but silence.
Miles' profile went inactive.
A heavy sigh escaped you as you berated yourself for possibly jumping to conclusions.
It was a huge college, and you weren't the only one helping others during finals.
Laughing at yourself for even entertaining the thought, you swiped off the app and impulsively deleted it, your heart sinking just a bit.
But just before the app disappeared, a new text notification from Miles appeared, lost amidst your hasty decision.
You didn't see it, consumed by your self-doubt and the decision to move on, leaving the possibility of what might have been with Miles unanswered.
The following week, as you returned to your mythology class to discuss a possible makeup exam with your professor, a hooded figure sitting near the door caught your attention.
You took the empty seat next to them, unaware of their sudden tenseness and subtle shift in posture.
Lost in your own world, you mindlessly scrolled through your phone, diving into the latest #fnafxreader stories.
Your AirPods were in, blaring Keane's "Frog Prince." The lyrics resonated with you in the moment—"Your prince's crown... Cracks and falls down... Your castle hollow and cold."
Meanwhile, the figure next to you was engrossed in their own phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a text popping up on your phone from the dorm floor group chat. It was about Miles going live.
For a brief second, you considered redownloading TikTok to join in, but the gripping Michael Afton x reader fanfic you were reading—as well as lingering embarrassment—held your attention too tightly.
You made a mental note to ask your dorm-floor friends for a recap later—they were just as obsessed with this cute TikTok love story as you were, and you had spent many evenings in the lounge room discussing it. So, with a swipe, you dismissed the notification and dove back into your story, the intriguing plotline drawing you in once more...
Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing the terror that coursed through your veins. Blood trickled from the cuts scattered across your body, the result of your desperate attempts to escape
Gasping for breath, you glanced at your watch: 5:25 AM. "Just 35 minutes to go," you told yourself, your mind clinging to the hope of surviving until dawn.
You pushed forward, your feet pounding against the cold, hard floor of the empty corridor. The eerie silence was punctuated only by your labored breathing and the distant, ominous hum of the pizzeria. You could almost feel the malevolent gaze of the animatronics lurking in the shadows.
As you turned a corner, a chilling sound froze you in your tracks—the unmistakable metallic thunks of someone, or something, pursuing you. Panic surged through you. "Shit, shit, shit," you cursed under your breath, your eyes desperately searching for a haven.
Spotting a room nearby, you lunged towards it, slamming the door shut behind you.
From beyond the door, a hauntingly familiar voice sang out. "____~" Michael's voice was taunting, playful yet sinister. "It's not nice to run away during a playdate~" Your eyes narrowed, and your lips pressed into a thin line as his words seeped into your ears, sending shivers down your spine.
Memories flooded back to the day you saw Michael's true nature—the day he and your brother cruelly played with little Evan, placing his head inside the mechanical Fazbear's head.
That moment should have been a warning sign of the madness lurking within Michael, but you never anticipated how his obsession would turn toward you.
Now, trapped in your role as a security officer at the pizzeria, you found yourself not only evading the demonic animatronics but also Michael, whose fixation had morphed into a deadly game of cat and mouse.
The room you'd taken refuge in felt claustrophobic, the air thick with tension.
You pressed your back against the door, listening intently to the sounds outside. Every creak and whisper heightened your fear, and you braced yourself for what might come next.
This pizzeria, once a place of joy and laughter, had become a labyrinthine nightmare, and escaping unscathed felt more impossible with each passing second.
BAM—the door...
The intensity of the fanfic was cut short by your notification bar going off incessantly. There were so many messages coming in from the group chat that you could hardly read a thing.
With a huff, you clicked off the fanfic to see what all the fuss was about. "It better not be another fire drill because someone was smoking," you bitterly thought, recalling the last time you all had to stand out in the cold at 3 in the morning because someone smoked in the dorms.
As you opened the group chat, you were bombarded with messages, all talking about Miles' current live session. The excitement in the chat was palpable, but you couldn't help feeling a bit detached, still nursing the sting of your recent embarrassment.
Just as the flurry of texts seemed to slow down, you finally had a moment to catch up on a few messages before another wave hit.
Toni
No because Miles is freaking out on live because he sees his crush and doesn't know what to do!!
Kiko
Didn't he post earlier that he think he might have gotten in contact with them recently???
The chat erupted again before you could process this.
Kyi
The live is BOOOMING!AHHHH! WAIT HE SAID HE'S LOGGING OFF AND FINNA SPEAK AJUSHGSBSBHSA
Your curiosity piqued, but before you could delve deeper, a deluge of new messages flooded the chat, making it nearly impossible to keep up.
You started to type a message, asking for more details, but were interrupted by a throat-clearing sound.
You looked up, wide-eyed, half-expecting to see your professor giving you a disapproving look. It wouldn't be the first time you'd been caught off-guard while reading.
Instead, the source of the interruption wasn't your professor at all; it was the figure seated to your left.
Turning your head, your lips pulled into a slight pout, a mixture of frustration from the incessant chatter in the chat and the unexpected disturbance.
As your gaze settled on the person next to you, your brain took a moment to register who it was.
It was Miles.
The realization hit you like a ton of bricks.
There, in the flesh, was Miles, the same guy you'd been reading about, discussing with friends, and watching from afar on TikTok. He was right beside you, the subject of the flurry of messages on your phone.
Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you were speechless, the line between the virtual world and reality blurring strikingly.
Miles' eyes roamed over your face, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real. He cleared his throat again, looking away briefly as his ears and the apples of his cheeks flushed a light pink. "I-..." He paused, collecting his thoughts, then met your eyes again, his expression morphing into a half-cute, boyish smile. "Thanks for the notecards. I still don’t get why our professor thought it was realistic to remember the birthplace of Odysseus's fake alias, Quintus Metellus, from The Odyssey. I mean, who actually remembers he claimed to be from Crete?" he joked.
You returned his smile, feeling a sense of ease. "Heh, I try. As you could see from those cards, I really didn’t want to fail."
Miles chuckled, sitting up straighter, a newfound confidence in his voice. "Hey, I don’t blame you. Honestly, if it wasn’t for you, I would’ve had to repeat this class, no joke."
Rolling your eyes playfully, you waved off his compliment. "Please," you giggled, "I've heard about you from one of my dormmates; you're practically a genius in chemistry. Acing exams, breezing through lectures, even correcting the professor once or twice."
At your words, Miles looked bashfully at you, his lips curling into a sweet smile, his head tilting slightly as he gazed at you, eyes wandering over your features—from your eyes to your nose, then your lips—as if trying to memorize every detail.
In his look, there was a sense of yearning and awe, reminiscent of how Hippolytus might have gazed upon the goddess Artemis in his final moments, a look filled with admiration for something pure and unattainable, his expression tinged with the bittersweet understanding of beauty admired under the shadow of an unjust fate.
This gaze, filled with a mix of reverence and a hint of sadness, seemed to say you were his Artemis, a figure of innocent wonderment amidst the complexities of his world.
"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow to mask your growing fluster.
"It's just… you’re really cool," his voice carried a soft tone, mixed with endearment.
You smiled and shrugged lightly, a playful tone in your voice. "What can I say? I'm awesome."
A soft smile spread across Miles' face, his eyes softening in a way that left you momentarily breathless. The usual intensity that lingered in his gaze transformed into something tender, a warmth that seemed to reach out and touch you. "Yeah... you are," he said, his voice low and filled with a gentle observation that seemed to see not just you, but into you.
The way he said it, with such earnestness and a hint of awe, made your heart flutter in a way you hadn't anticipated. It was as if his words carried more than just a simple affirmation; they were laced with an unspoken admiration.
It was your turn to clear your throat and look away to try and compose yourself. Your thoughts were interrupted as the professor’s office door swung open and out walked a blonde-haired girl.
"Now Gwen, I want this to be the last year you retake my course—" Professor Osborn started, but Gwen cut him off with an exasperated sigh.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said dismissively. "But be real, Mr. Osborn. I wouldn't have to retake your course for the third time if the other subjects in your department were competent to teach their subjects."
"Yes, but focusing solely on mythological romances isn’t going to get you very far, Gwen. You need to balance it out with another course," the professor retorted.
Gwen sighed and waved a hand dismissively as she walked away. "Yeah, got it," she mumbled, her gaze briefly landing on you and Miles.
There was a momentary linger in her eyes, especially on Miles, before she continued on her way.
Professor Osborn cleared his throat, calling up Miles and apologizing for the delay. "No problem, sir," Miles reassured him, getting up to follow. He slowed his steps as he reached you, leaning in slightly. "I'll wait for you after your appointment, yeah?"
You could only muster a nod, still finding everything surreal. As Miles walked into the professor’s office, you were left alone with your thoughts, the weight of the moment settling around you.
You realized that this wasn’t just a fleeting encounter; it felt like the beginning of something new, something real.
As you waited for your turn with the professor, your mind raced with possibilities. The unexpected twist of fate that brought you and Miles together in this academic setting, away from the screens and chats, felt like something out of a story.
Yet, here you were, living it.
When your appointment with the professor ended, you stepped out, finding Miles waiting as promised. His smile was warm, inviting, and for the first time, you felt a sense of excitement about what lay ahead. "Wanna grab lunch in the U-Center?" he asked, and you couldn't help but smile back, nodding in agreement.
As you walked alongside Miles, chatting about mythology, classes, and everything in between, you realized that sometimes, life has a way of bringing stories off the screen and into reality.
And perhaps, just maybe, this was the start of your own real-life story.