𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷 / 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨

hey , is that MILO HANSON ? y'know , the TWENTY-SEVEN year old from SAN FRANCISCO , CALIFORNIA ? from what i know they’re usually DRIVEN & SELF-EFFACING , but also SELFISH & INSECURE . the dim light in an quiet kitchen , the condensation on iced coffee that’s been diluted by melting ice , and glasses sliding down the bridge of your nose really reminds me of them but i guess that makes sense since they’re a LEO . they’ve been visiting canyon for TWENTY years .

hey everyone , i’m kat and i’m ready to vibe fsdjsjd  :’) milo hanson is a whole mess and please feel free to poke around and send me a message for whatever connection or plot you may be interested in because there’s a 31891921% chance that i’m interested in the same thing , we’re just here for a good time bro ! 

ｈｕｒｔｓ  ｕｎｔｉｌ  ｉｔ  ｄｏｅｓｎ＇ｔ      ↝  

milo hanson enjoyed a charmed life , for the most part . milo was the eldest son of victoria and jackson hanson , known nationally as the ( intimidating , overwhelming ) powerhouses of investment banking . 

their work was lucrative and the wealth that pumped through their bank account was demonstrated through the first class plane rides and five star hotels , through the several ponies that meandered through their yard during the hanson children’s birthday parties , through the summers that they spent lounging in their own impressive home in the canyons ... milo appreciated the luxury that defined so much of his life , but he was always acutely aware of the expectations that came with those luxuries .

victoria and jackson tasked their children with not only upholding the family name , but devoting themselves to the family business . they were a family with money , but the money was new , and they needed to cement themselves in the world of the rich and famous in any capacity they could . milo was signed up for as many sports teams , academic decathlons , and tutoring sessions as his schedule could handle . 

who could really be that surprised when he started lashing out and desperately tried to have his parents see him beyond an opportunity to better their image ?  he tried to enjoy as many wild parties as he could , tried to throw as many of those wild parties as he could , did his best to sneak out of his bedroom window and spend the night hanging out with friends that his parents absolutely did not approve of . it rarely turned out how he hoped , and those wild nights always culminated in his mom throwing water on him and dragging him out for swimming practice at seven in the morning . 

for all the work he put into building a persona that made it look like he didn’t care , that he wasn’t bothered by the critiques that were constantly piled on him , he always had a soft spot for his grandparents . they had once owned a restaurant that eventually went bankrupt , but they still loved the heat of the kitchen , and whenever he was in miami , he spent as much time as he could away from the gilded gates of the canyon and in their modest apartment , listening intently as his grandmother conspiratorially whispered secret family recipes in his ear . 

for all his teenage rebellion , milo went along with his parents’ plans for him , but eventually , the spontaneous night outs and the tense mornings that came after weren’t enough to keep him from feeling suffocated . he graduated business school , and was just about to reluctantly fill his wardrobe with crisp and uncomfortable suits , when news broke out that his grandfather had passed away . he skipped his first day at the company to interview as a dishwasher for a local hole in the wall and register for culinary school , intent on getting the restaurant that his grandfather had always wanted . 

his parents seethed , and it wasn’t long before his own bank account ran dry without their support for his decision . he avoided his parents’ calls as he trudged through culinary school and navigated the industry , committed to his decision and choosing not to spend too much time lingering on the guilt that gnawed at his stomach . 

but he couldn’t avoid them forever , nor did he want to . contrary to popular belief , he doesn’t hate his parents . he knows about the hushed conversations that are shared in the bustling galas and whispers made between the tinkling champagne at a dinner party , where people accuse him of being the ungrateful son that threw away a golden opportunity to become a titan in a lucrative industry . instead , he resents the glittery backdrop that he has always needed to see his parents in . if he resented his parents , he would always coolly reply , he wouldn’t have caved into their request to settle down in the canyon estates and would have just holed himself up downtown . 

when he was twenty four , he opened his own small restaurant in the hot and bustling center of downtown miami , right on the street where his grandparents’ own place used to be — the dining room was so narrow that he couldn’t put backs on the chairs and the air conditioning liked to sputter loudly before shutting down , but it was his , and he didn’t care whether his mother thought that he needed to better coordinate the color scheme . 

he’s been spending the past few years throwing himself into his little restaurant . he’s since expanded the space and works through most evenings to try and secure the michelin star that his grandparents had always talked so dreamily about . 

ｗｅｉｇｈｔ  ｏｆ  ｍｙ  ｏｗｎ  ｅｇｏ     ↝     

he’s a perfectionist . as much as he clashed with the expectations his parents had , he had absorbed all of their messages on never daring to move forward without ensuring that his next step would turn out exactly as he hoped . when his restaurant first opened , he dangerously edged the line between working hard and refusing to sleep , and spent more nights than he’d ever admit having fallen asleep on the cool steel of the kitchen counter . 

he’s desperate for attention . good attention , attention that wasn’t reluctantly given as people relented that at least he’s doing something . as much as he’s tried to distance himself from the world of the rich , he can’t deny that it’s the world that he is most intimately familiar with , and he can only ever pretend that their harsh critiques shake him , even a little bit . 

he loves his grandmother . the years after his grandfather’s death was a difficult one , and more than anyone , his grandmother made it possible for him to make it out of his couch and put on a proper pair of jeans . she was the only member of his family that had seen him for who he was , who was there throughout the planning and execution of his restaurant , who goes to the restaurant ( in her own reserved booth , obviously ) to try the latest dishes and gush over the decor . he spends sunday mornings having brunch with her . 

he is an excellent babysitter . he’s always been one of the older kids in the neighborhood , and to try and get him to better understand the value of money , his parents cut him off for a summer and forced him to get to work. he had dragged his feet about it for a bit , but then later discovered that he actually really enjoyed spending time with kids and would put together games and activities that they could do together . he has a small recipe box for homemade baby food .

he’s less confident than he looks . maybe it’s the fact that his father always has a prepared list of the things that he could get right , or maybe it’s the fact that eventually unkind gossip could get under anyone’s skin , but he’s not nearly as assured and confident as he lets on . he’s deeply afraid of proving everyone’s worst fears about him right , and as a result , finds himself more incapable of building genuine friendships and connections that last beyond a few drinks at the bar .