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—third person
Miles woke up with a restless feeling throughout his body. for some reason, the night prior he couldn't seem to fall asleep. he didn't know if it was the adrenaline from his spray painting, or the fact that he'd fallen asleep with Kirari's jacket on. but for some— wait... he fell asleep with Kirari's jacket on?
he felt another flash of heat, quickly slapping both sides of his face to distract himself. 'so what? you fell asleep with his jacket on? what's the harm in that? nobody knew.'
he stood, satisfied with his reasoning and pulled his pants to meet to waist, only to feel like... they'd shriveled up too?
'huh, that's weird... my pants shank.'
he gasped, shock extending through his body. "I think I hit puberty!"
the light typing of his roommate ceased, the room filling with an uncomfortable silence. 'I should've kept that to myself.'
𖤐 —Miles
'I've gotta get new pants!' my eyes darted around the hallways of my school, trying to not look like my pants had shrunk overnight.
'wait! why is the voice in my head so loud?!'
I swiveled, distracted by the overwhelming noise running through my head. I looked around, my vision blurring between people and objects—
"yo!"
I pulled back, ready to apologize to whoever I'd run into, but... it was just Kirari. he titled his head, eyes gazing from head to toe.
"you good, shorty?"
I gulped, feeling a heat in my— NO! NONONONONO! not right now! anywhere but here, anytime but now! please, please, please!
"u—uh wh...what?" I used the back of my palm, wiping away a fountain of sweat from my forehead, 'why am I so sweaty?'
he cocked an eyebrow, reaching in his pocket for a tissue. "here, you're like, covered in sweat."
I took the tissue, dapping it around my face, "yeah, it's a puberty thing."
Kirari narrowed his eyes, looking to Wanda, 'had she been there the whole time?'
"what?" they said in unison.
"uh... I dunno why I said that. I'm not going through puberty. I did, but I'm... done. I—I'm a man." I ranted, slightly deepening my voice at the end for emphasis. (definitely not slightly. everyone could tell he was forcing it.)
