Inspired by “wutiwant” — saraunh0ly

You knew exactly what you were doing. The way you leaned against the vending machine, the way your voice dipped when you teased him, the way you acted like you couldn’t tell he was staring at you every five seconds. Mikey finally cornered you after class, hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets, pretending he wasn’t nervous.

“You keep acting like you don’t know what I want,” he said softly. You raised an eyebrow. “What do you want?” He stepped closer. Then closer. Your back touched the lockers, his shadow falling over you. But his expression wasn’t dangerous — it was frustrated, flustered, almost shy. “You know,” he murmured. You tilted your head, pretending to be confused.

Mikey clicked his tongue, eyes dropping to your lips for half a second before he looked away again. “You’re gonna make me say it, huh?” You didn’t answer. And Mikey, cheeks pink, finally muttered: “…I want you.” Barely above a whisper. Like a secret slipping out by accident.