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Brooklyn Visions boys bathroom
8:45 am.
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"You done yet?"
"Patience. Molasses."
He rolls his eyes and stares at you as he leans back against the sink (since he was taller than you.) You finally finish cutting Miles's hair off and.. tips of his hair are still stuck to your fingers but at least he's free.
"Yes! Done!"
He pushes off the sink and immediately turns around to look at his hair. He holds up two of his braids and looks at the difference. He eyes them carefully.
They were pretty.. uneven.
He sighs and facepalms. You use the scissors to cut the tiny parts of his hair off your fingers as he continues having his silent breakdown.
"It.. could be worse?"
He looks at you through the reflection— and he was NOT impressed.
"Why are you- you?!"
Ouch.
"I said sorry!"
"Sorry, won't bring my hair back. Now I gotta get them..."
"redone...."
Oh... god
I'm tweaking again.
"....barbershop"
"Growing them out!"
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?!"
"What else do you want me to do?!"
You shout and practically cry out. You blink again to focus your eyes on him and try to make sure you're hearing him in normal speed. He keeps ranting but you can't make out what he's saying.
God it sounds like he's reciting a corny ass poetry slam.
You're about to speak again when you hear the intercoms:
-"Y/N L/N you're needed at the Main Office. Y/N L/N you're needed at Main Office, thank you." -
Miles turns around and looks at you, noticing you were completely out of it. He steps closer to you and puts his hand on your shoulder. His touch suddenly makes.. everything else around you clear.
"Seriously, you good? The main office called you and you're not even speeding over there."
"I'm fine, Miles I'm just tired.." you step closer to him without realizing but he doesn't budge.
"Tired again?" He tilts his head slightly to look at you— eye to eye and he gives you a crooked yet sweet smile.
You look at him and return his sweet smile and you exhale a little as you laugh. ~You forget about how rude he's been to you and lose yourself in his light brown eyes.
How could someone be so pretty...yet be so ugly inside?
( <A/N> Again. The reader or you* in this case has no idea why Miles is so closed off. So you* think he's an asshole for the fun of it. Aaaand you think he just plays with you.)
Your smile fades and you give him a blank look.
"I have to go." You shrug his hand off of your shoulder and make your way out of the bathroom.
"Also! Tell coach that it was krazy glue and I HAD to go into the boys bathroom. Don't get me in trouble.. please!" You tell him as you open the door, turned to him.
He nods and motions for you to leave.
"Much appreciated, as for the unevenness ..maybe the cut the other?" You suggest with a guilty smile and walk out the door.
You see your roommate scrolling on her phone, you hand your roommate back her scissors.
"Sooo how was alone time with Miles?"
"Good.. but I gotta get to the main office, I promise again! I'll talk to you afterwards." You give her a quick hug and give her a reassuring smile.
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚: E42! x reader
Fanficˏˋ°•*⁀➷꧁ You're on the same earth as Miles Morales.. except here he's The Prowler. And you have an infatuation with his alter ego. And you're both people hiding secrets from one another. But he does seem to despise you. You have a feeling there's...
