Happy Birthday, Miles!
I almost forgot arguably the most important birthday in the MPU. Thank goodness I remembered! Anyway, March 22, 2016 will be Miles’s sixteenth birthday. And because my MPU headcanon is now and always shall be that the high school years are tough on Miles, well, this story reflects that. Meaning: feels. Many feels. Arguably all the feels? We’ll see.
With all that in mind: happy birthday, Miles!
On his sixteenth birthday, Miles wakes up and stares at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling, exactly the same as every other morning. Even when he stretches, his body sort of reassembling after being balled up under the covers, he feels unremarkable. Same height, same speed, same brain full of the same crap (assignments, projects, his stupid text conversation with the girl he sort of likes). Sixteen feels like fifteen and fourteen, and he drags himself into the bathroom before Amy and her eight thousand hair ribbons claim it.