Milo x Oz One-shots (Request's are always open)

♡ Glad Grads ♡

Summary: Two immortal beings graduate high school... What now?

A/N: Let's just get this over with lol

Day #23: Planning for the future

It was all a giant blur. Oz didn't even notice that Principle Big Spider called his name until Vicky pushed him off his chair towards his diploma. This wasn't Oz's first graduation, in fact, it was his sixteenth... but who was counting?

All Oz knew was that high school always kept him busy with extravagant plans and simple homework assignments, so he just re-enrolled when he got bored. Across the stage, however, a certain grim reaper had a very different story.

They're Milo, the almighty grim reaper! Messenger of death, carrier of fates, the end of life itself; they had no reason to attend high school. Unlike Oz, they were absolutely miserable whenever surrounded by the suffocating environment.

The reaper would've never attended the school if it wasn't for Oz. As much as Milo hated to admit it, they would do anything for the other immortal, even if that meant sacrificing four years of their existence to the public school system.

When Milo got called up for their diploma, they held it like a badge of honor, symbolizing their love for Oz.

Is it dramatic? Hundred percent yes... but so is high school.

There were rumors of a graduate party after the ceremony, in which Milo was quick to join the guest list. After four years of suffering, they can finally have the rager of a lifetime! After all the festivities of throwing caps, school chants, and all that fun stuff; Milo started searching for Oz.

Eventually, after a few minutes of searching, Milo found the fearling thanking his teachers for god knows what. Despite hating most of the teachers in this establishment, the reaper couldn't find it in themself to interrupt Oz; sometimes he's too nice for his own good.

After Oz said his goodbyes, Milo immediately wrapped an arm around the fearlings wrist and pulled him away from the crowd.

"So there's rumors going around about an afterparty at the usual party spot, are you planning on going?" Milo asks Oz, trying to see if the boy was interested in attending.

"Not unless you're planning on it, I'm not really the party type." Oz shares, sparing Milo a glance before looking down at the pavement.

"You are the party type!" Milo objects, playfully teasing Oz, which causes the fearling to laugh. "Last time we went to a party, you were picked as the main sacrifice! That's gotta mean something!"

"That party was months ago, and I was chosen as the sacrifice after being the first to lose at beer pong..." Oz adds with a laugh, finally looking up from the ground. Milo made eye contact with him before looking down at their phone.

"Well, I'll make you a promise," Milo offers while texting in the party group chat for more information. "You attend this party with me and I'll keep you away from beer pong and cult gatherings."

Before Oz could even blink, he agreed to go to the party. As much as he enjoyed the reapers company, he would've preferred a different environment than a crowded house party. Right before they walked into the house, Oz grabbed Milo's hand.

This small action caught both of the monsters off guard, but Milo took the opportunity to squeeze the fearlings hand and whisper into his ear, "No beer pong. No sacrifices. No nothing."

With a shared laugh, the two entered the party and Oz was immediately swept off his feet... literally. A group of monsters were holding him above the crowd and pushing their way over toward the kitchen.

Oz tried to comically call out for Milo's name, but he was caught so off guard that his voice refused to work. This led to him being forced into a beer pong competition where the loser had to sacrifice themself... just his luck.

Milo was nowhere to be found, so Oz just accepted his upcoming demise with open arms; maybe if he's graceful it won't be nearly as embarrassing. Looking across the room one last time for the reaper, Oz drank his first sip of beer.

Even more unlucky for Oz, he's VERY lightweight. Given that information, he was drunk after his first couple of rounds. He was just about to take another sip from one of the cups, but someone smacked it out of his hands and pulled him away from the crowd. Oz didn't know exactly what was happening, but he found himself in the bathroom of the house with Milo shoving a cup of water in his face.

"I am so sorry Ozzie," Milo starts, practically forcing Oz to drink the water. "I was trying to find you all night after those idiots stole you. I can't fucking believe you managed this kind of luck."

"Yeah," Oz states, getting used to his new surroundings. "I think it's the same people from last time too."

"Idiots." Milo mumbles under their breath, finally trusting Oz to drink his own water.

The reaper leaned against the tile wall before sliding to the ground to accompany Oz. The bathroom itself was silent, though the same couldn't be said about the room next door. Despite the shouting teenagers and blasting music, Oz couldn't help but focus on the reaper next to him.

"Thank you," Oz starts. "For saving me out there... I couldn't possibly make a good sacrifice twice."

Milo let out a breathless laugh before pulling their knees to their chest, hiding their face from the other. Oz just took another sip of water, attempting to sober up the slightest bit. While drinking the fearling heard Milo mutter, "No parties in the future, or at least until those monsters move out for college."

Oz couldn't help but laugh into the cup, causing him to choke on his water and start coughing. Milo immediately perked up and put a hand on Oz's shoulder, attempting to help the boy breathe.

After the fearling calmed down, a question lingered in the air and Oz couldn't help but ask, "Are you planning on going back to school?"

"I mean, probably not." Milo responded with a shrug. "Are you planning on getting your seventeenth degree?"

"I don't see why not; high school has always been a good hobby." Oz replies and Milo couldn't help but laugh.

"God darling, I will never understand why you'd willingly enter that building again." Milo responds and Oz couldn't help but smile.

"What can I say, I like chaos."

The room went quiet after Oz's last comment, the two monsters simply enjoying each other's company before Milo broke the silence.

"Well, you're just gonna have to indulge me in future high school stories because I'm never stepping foot in that building again."

"Oh, I'll make sure to tell you," Oz jokes. "I'll make sure to tell you about all the attempted murders, big pranks, and secret relationships."

"They're not that secret if you tell me." Milo retorts before leaning their head on Oz's shoulder.

They spent the rest of their night like that; talking about future plans and stupid high school memories. Though neither of them knew about the other's feelings, they didn't necessarily have to. They both knew that no matter what the future held, they would be in each other's lives, and who could complain about that?