“No, babe- babe, don’t touch that-“

He sighed for the hundredth time, grabbing your hands off his beloved Babu’s handles. “You have to pull the clutch…”

He watches that cute, confused expression cross your face, laughing softly before gently placing your hand on the lever, nestling his nose in the crook of your neck, eyes flicking over to your hands. “See? Like this.” He says, this lesson definitely not being an excuse to touch you, even though you two were dating.

He mumbles into your skin unhelpfully as you both go jolting forward. Seemingly uncaring, he shifts and you go smoothly out of the parking lot.

“See? Not so bad. Now ride us to that one Takoyaki place. What were you so scared of?”

Hmm… maybe the way you were casually driving both of you into a light pole and Mikey was contentedly pressing kisses to your shoulder.