Miles watches as Asra comes out of the bathroom in a pair of sweat pants and no shirt. He laughs. "You didn't forget a shirt, you adorable bastard." He smiles and stands, walking over to Asra, admiring his biceps. "You're very fit though. I'll give you that." Miles takes him by the hand and sits down on Asra's bed. "Here," he says handing him a formfitting T-shirt. "Put that on." He says with a wide smile.
(I WAS KIDDING)
(DONT LEAVE)
(I didn't, I was fixing my post lol)
(phew ok)
Asra chuckled “I did forget to grab my hoodie,” he said and slipped the shirt on, floofing his hair back up as he did so
Miles smiles. "Come here." He pats the bed next to him.
Asra smiled softly and sat next to him “?”
(I'll be on in 25 mins)
(ok)
(here gimme a sec tho)
Miles wrapped his arms around Asra. "When did you know that you wanted me?" He asks, his head on Asra's shoulder.
“When you made me want to try harder to understand my quirk. You've been the only person who's seen greater in me..” he mumbled, cuddling into miles
"Mm. Elemental manipulation is quite a quirk. Almost as powerful as Mind." He phases, making Asra lay down. Miles curls up beside him, his head on Asra's chest. His eyes begin to get heavy. He speeds up time, making it night. Minutes later, Miles falls asleep.
“I love you,” he whispered after the other fell asleep, he himself falling asleep as well.
The next morning, Miles woke up and saw it was 630. He nestled back into Asra, his mind deciding it wasn't going back to sleep, but he still was going to lie with him.
Asra kissed the other's neck when he first woke up
"Mm." Miles said, ridden with his usual morning grumpiness. He gets up and takes a shower. He wills his hair to have streaks of icy blue in it. Asra might like that. he thought to himself. He comes out of the bathroom wearing a pair of blue jeans that compliment his eyes beautifully and a red T-shirt that says, I know what you're thinking. Don't try it. "Go get dressed." he says plainly.
“Do i havvvee to” he whined
"It's Friday, so yes. We have school." He said, summoning coffee in a cup. I'll make you some coffee if you do." He smiles.
“Fiinnee,” he said, getting up and throwing skinny jeans on and one of miles’s hoodies
"That's… whatever. It's too early to argue with you." Miles summons some coffee for Asra puts it in his hand. "Already made to your personal favorite, whatever that may be." He takes a sip of his own coffee. "Mine's a white chocolate caramel frappe with whip. My mom used to get me these when I lived in America." He sighs longingly. "It's okay, though. Now, I have you." Miles says, playfully tugging on Asra's arm.
Asra smiled “yeah don't drink my coffee.” he said. It was straight black
Miles laughs. "Let's get going." He offers his hand to Asra.
Asra held miles hand softly, leaning against his partner