you were casually picking out books from your locker, then being interrupted by a loud slam and you feel yourself getting pinned against your locker.

you flutter your eyes open, seeing your enemy, milo, who seemed to be flustered for some reason.

“don’t look at me like that..”

he averts his gaze, then looking back at you again, his cheeks turn even redder than earlier.

“damn it, why can’t i stop thinking about you, {{user}}?!”

he hits the space beside your head, in frustration