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It had been almost two decades since Miles Edgeworth had defended Phoenix in the classroom. Since then his father had encouraged him to work hard to become an amazing defense attorney, as well as Ray, Larry, and most of all Phoenix. While they had gone to different schools as they were pursuing different careers, Phoenix had been Mile’s biggest supporter. While Miles tries to downplay his accomplishments, he can’t help but preen himself a bit as his childhood friend fawned over him and his work.
Some days, Miles even asked Phoenix if he wanted to be an attorney himself as he seemed to have a natural knack for pointing out flaws, but the other young man had his heart set on an art career. “Besides, you’re a lot more level-headed than me when it comes to arguments,” he would point out some variation of this remark whenever he was asked. But that didn’t stop him from going with Miles to the courthouse every now and then just for a break from staring at color theory and such.
Today was one of those days, though Phoenix had wandered off to give him some peace and quiet as he was a bit frustrated in a case study his father had put him up to and needed to figure it out. He hummed, coming up with a few ideas but decided to go and find his friend to get his opinion on the matter after putting away what he needed. Just as he was getting around the corner though, he could hear a sickly sweet feminine voice along with nervous laughter.
He peeked around the corner to see Phoenix awkwardly squirming a bit as a red-haired young lady had basically cornered him, “... Do you really not want to go with me? We would make a great couple though,” he heard her say which made something inside of him freeze, his hackles raising at the insinuation.
Phoenix was trying to talk but it was clear that he was flustered and so Miles decided to go over to them. He gently pushed her to the side but before she could retort he grabbed Phoenix by the collar and pulled him into a kiss, the other boy gasping into it, his eyes wide, as well as the girl just staring at them both.
Miles pulled away, his cheeks hot as his face bloomed red though he looked at the girl, basically staring her down. Phoenix was sputtering a bit and the girl was trying to regain her composure when suddenly a hand clasped her shoulder, “And just where did you think you were going, little missy? You still have some questions to answer,” the gruff man said, several policemen behind him, ready to take her away.
The two boys stared as after the girl glared almost demonically at them, she turned with a huff to follow them. Watching as they disappeared, a few others followed after them. But now they were alone again.
“Miles...?”
“Don’t let it get to your head, Wright, I was just getting you out of the situation you seemed to be frozen in! Come on, it’s time to go!” Miles huffed, unable to look at Phoenix again as he pulled him off towards the exit, wanting to have Phoenix be dropped off as soon as possible. He hadn’t even come out to Phoenix yet about his orientation, but he knew that he had no chance of saying otherwise now and would rather not face the repercussions of it just yet. He didn’t want to lose their friendship.
Phoenix stopped them both though as they got to the exit to the courthouse, “Miles, wait,” he said. Miles did stop, his grip on Phoenix’s one hand tightening just a bit as he prepared to be told off when he felt lips press a kiss to his cheek. He sputtered a bit, looking to Phoenix who had the softest and most genuine, if not shy, smile on his flushed face, “Thank you, for getting me out of that, I am bi, but I’ve had my eye on an up and coming defense attorney more than anyone else,” he admitted softly.
Miles huffed softly, “... I’m sorry it was sudden... Would you allow me to make it up to you with dinner...?” he asked hopefully, looking at him.
“Heh, dinner sounds wonderful.” Phoenix agreed, both of them clearly feeling like they were floating until the doors were flung open behind them.
“Alright boys, are you ready to go back-”
“Mr. Shields, you almost bashed me in the head with the door, be more careful!”
“Sorry, sorry- Oh, uh, hey, why are your faces red-”
“It’s none of your business, let’s go!”