"You are really bad at this aren't you?" Isaac said to Miles, who was endlessly pacing. Why did he choose the back of the gym building? Remembering his encounter with Cecilia made it all the more difficult to concentrate on what he was going to say this time around. Isaac had insisted on following him there, but had promised to leave the moment March showed up. His mischievous smile only made Miles more nervous, which was probably the point. Isaac's inner sadist always reared its head at the worst times.
"Uh, Miles?" Miles stopped dead in his tracks and looked around. Isaac had disappeared without him realizing, and March was standing at the corner, head tilted in confusion.
"Hey!" Miles said, his voice cracking, prompting him to turn away from her and take a few deep breaths. Good god, this was stressful than some of his most dangerous missions, even though he was almost certain about her answer. March laughed as quietly as possible, obviously enjoying his discomfort. Miles silently realized this must be karma for all the time he pretended to be oblivious to how she felt.
"So...um...the reason I called you out her was...um…" Miles was beginning to mentally smack himself across the face for being such a blubbering mess. He was a spy for gods sake! Subterfuge and aloofness were supposed to be his forte! Taking a few more deep breaths, he managed to regain his composure using a technique Raven had taught him. Closing his eyes, he visualized a feather falling towards him, being affected by his breathing. He matched his breathing to keep it steady before opening his eyes and turning around. Only to find March mere inches away from his face. Turning bright red he spun around again. How the hell was she so composed? Usually she was the one being flustered! Miles' inner monologue was beginning to fly out of control again when March slowly wrapped her arm around his waist and held him close. His train of thought gradually slowed down as he felt her warmth on his back. A few moments passed.
"Take your time." March said sofly, her head resting on his back. Taking a few more deep breaths, Miles once again regained his composure.
"March, will you-"
"Yes." She didn't even let him finish her sentence, but immediately it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. They stood there in complete silence for a minute, enjoying the moment.
"So uh…" Miles said "Now what?" both of them stayed silent, as neither had thought that far ahead.
"I guess we uh…hold hands?" March replied, slowly moving one of her hands to grasp his, though the moment they touched, they both jolted and went back to the way they were. It seemed she had reached her composure limit, and was regressing back to the way she usually was.
"Well, no rule that says we have to start right away…" Miles added, laughing nervously.
"Well as long as Cecilia knows you're mine I have no worries." March said, letting him go. He turned to face her, and she had a smile unlike any he had seen before. He couldn't help but smile as well. They began walking back to the dorms, and when they got there, they realized they had somehow ended up holding hands, much to the amusement of Isaac, who had begun mockingly showering them with flower petals halfway there.