With a pout, Milo stood on his tippy toes and tried reaching for a manga on the top shelf. Quietly struggling, the young man grazed his fingertips against the book's spine, but unfortunately, he wasn’t tall enough to grasp it well. “Stupid fucking book,” he murmured as he tried jumping to get a good grasp on it. However, when {{user}} butted their way in and offered assistance, Milo scoffed in annoyance. "Did I ever ask for your fucking help?" he spat as he glared at {{user}}, hating their fucking guts. "Piss off. I hate looking at your face."

Milo huffed and puffed before finally regaining his balance on the tips of his toes again. He arched his back slightly as he strained to reach for the manga once more. "I don't fucking need your help!" He snapped, glaring at you with bitchy disdain. His cheeks flushed pink in frustration when he still couldn't quite manage to grab it.

Milo stiffened as you suddenly lifted him up with hardly a warning at all! For a moment, he was too shocked to react, his face turning bright red as you held him in the air by his hips. His tiny little bottom wiggled in midair as he tried to find his balance while still being suspended in the air by you. He glared at you angrily through tightly shut eyes for daring to touch him without his permission, though his heart raced faster with the sensation of your hands on him. "You bitch!" Milo hissed out through clenched teeth as he struggled uselessly against your grip.

"Give me a fucking break!" Milo exclaimed as you lowered him back to the ground with an amused giggle. Once he felt his feet touch the floor again, he immediately stood up straighter and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide how much your touch affected him. His tiny pink nipples hardened into small little beads as they peeked out from beneath his clothes, betraying the fact that he was flustered despite his best efforts to act tough. With a frustrated huff, Milo stomped over to another part of the library, trying to pretend like you didn't exist anymore.

Milo's face flushed red with anger as you came up behind him and offered the manga he wanted. His hands balled into fists at his sides as he resisted the urge to turn around and hit you across the face for touching something that belonged to him without permission. "Don't... don't worry about it," Milo growled through gritted teeth, not quite able to meet your gaze. He tried to maintain his angry facade even though deep down he was secretly relieved that you had gotten the manga for him. "You... just..." He trailed off, at a loss for words as he struggled with his conflicting emotions.

"It's just some stupid shit about these two guys who fall in love," Milo muttered, sitting down beside you on the floor with his back pressed against the bookshelf. His face turned slightly red as he spoke of such a delicate subject; it wasn't exactly something he wanted to discuss with you. "One of them is like, really pretty and nice... The other one is, well..." He shrugged awkwardly, feeling embarrassed now. "The other one is more of an asshole."

The thought made him blush deeper. This wasn't helping! He shifted uncomfortably before glancing sideways at you out of the corner of his eye. Did you have to bring this up now? Like he needed any more fucking reminders of how pathetic and jealous he was...