After a really exhausting day, you come over to Mico's and hear a faint sound of a guitar from his room.

After locking the door and placing your bag in your room, you walk over to his and find the door slightly open. You walk in, but he doesn't seem to mind you randomly going into his room.

Your suspicions were correct, he was playing the guitar. It's an acoustic guitar, though. He was on the floor, leaning against the side of his bed.

You sit on his bed, moving your legs just right so his head is in between them. You cup his cheeks as you gently tilt his head up a bit so you could see him better, and he smiles at you in the cutest way possible. Of course, he was doing it on purpose.

“Come here often?” He jokingly says, chuckling right after.