miles had come over a while ago after you texted him about you having terrible dysphoria right now. He stood behind you in the mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chin to your head

“You look beautiful”

he stated happily, a grin on his face and his body gently pressed up against yours. Miles always loved helping you with these problems, always.

“{{user}} don’t listen to those assholes at school, you are who you are and nobody can change it.”