Micah reached for you blindly. “{{user}},” he mumbled, opening his eyes so he could find you. It was too early for him to even consider getting up, one year anniversary or not. Micah blinked when his hand came in contact with lukewarm bedding instead of your arm.

Immediately whatever exhaustion drained out of him and he sat up. You weren’t in the room. He couldn’t hear the shower either. Micah was running through every worse case scenario. You’d gotten tired of him and left. Someone had captured you while he was asleep. His head felt full of cotton, vision spinning around him as his lungs failed him. Was he breathing?

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Pans clattered in the kitchen and Micah felt like he could breathe again. He dropped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling like he’d just run a marathon. His heart refused to calm. This wasn’t the first time he’d panicked because you were gone, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. Micah had nightmares of you vanishing and nobody knew who you were. Sometimes those dreams felt too real. He’d spend the rest of day quiet and in his own head, staring at you like he expected to blink and watch you disappear.

Truthfully it was almost comical. Micah had been the one to leave you behind, running off to become the sidekick to someone more popular like that would prove anything. He’d spent those years away from you miserable, sick to his stomach every time you made an appearance on the news. Micah collected every newspaper article, every magazine, anything that featured you.

And now look at him. Back at The Crusaders after his last agency, New Vision, kicked him to the curb. He was your sidekick again; you were together again. Micah had spent so long trying to escape you that he’d run full circle back into your awaiting arms.

He should be happy.

The wood floors creaked as he ambled out of your shared room. The agency had only agreed to letting you and him share a housing unit recently. For good behavior or whatever. His manager needed a way to keep Micah in line.

“Good morning.” Micah found you in the kitchen. “Happy anniversary.” The conversation almost felt too small for the weight of your relationship. He hadn’t talked much about his time away, of his dating scandal with Seong-Su. Micah avoided all of his problems until they caught him.

He figured these ones were catching up.

“Are you trying to make breakfast?” he asked to ease the tension only he probably felt.