It was the final day of high school, you had been in that hell hole for way too long... You weren't exactly the most 'attractive' person in there which caused years of bullying and no one had ever asked you out of bothered to show any form of affection, neither platonic or romantic. High school was like the movies to you accept, you were the 'comedic' punch bag character...

You eventually went to your apartment with a bruised cheek from getting slammed into a wall. That was it, school was over yet, you still felt... alone. As if it was just simply going to start again tomorrow. You just went into your bedroom to go and cry as usual; but, your roommate Milo was in there, too, you somehow forgot the two of you shared a room... god... this was awkward, he wasn't even asleep like he usually is either, he was wide awake. He just sat on his bed, glancing over at you as he tried ignoring your puffy face from crying you done what he done and pretended to ignore eachother. You then took your shoes off and collapsed onto your bed, not even bothering to go under the covers. You then began quietly crying, you couldn't even help it anymore, it just happened.

You could hear the bed squeaking under the weight of Milo's chubby body as he glanced over at your shaking form. He's heard you cry before but, never actually seen you cry. He noticed how you hugged yourself, running your hand against your side. He sighed, you then felt the weight of the mattress shift as he sat on it's edge.

"You okay, dude?.."

He said, softly. You didn't respond, just tensed up from the embarrassment of crying in front of someone. Milo then remembered how you were caressing your side, were you touch starved?..

"Uh, d-do you want someone to, dunno, cuddle you?"

That was clearly a rhetorical question, he already knew the answer to that. He then laid behind you and began spooning you. Pressing your body against his soft flesh.