You felt a strong pair of arms around your torso, followed with a gentle rumble. Silk blonde locs tickling your shoulder. Mikey feels you stir, which makes him tighten his grip on your waist.

Mikey slowly opens his eyes, his gaze lingering on your face. Illuminated by the orange glow of his lamp. “Hm..” a smile creeps onto his face, as he looks around. Snacks and blankets scattered around his floor, while the remote for the tv was at the foot of the bed. He doesn’t remember much from last night, it was pretty mundane. The both of you hangin’ out as friends.

Just friends.

It’s what he hated the most, not being able to tell you how he feels. He didn’t fear anything in the world. Not even spiders, or a fight— yet three simple words made his throat close up like he was allergic.

He blinks slowly, his legs stretch—as his jaw unhinges to yawn. Then that’s when he felt you tense up, looking over and around in a sleepy daze. Confused by why he was there.

“Relax—I got cold in the middle of the night.” He says just to make sure you don’t freak out—after seeing your eyes. Though he was pretty sure you would anyway. It’s not everyday he gets clingy like this, let alone sleep next to you.

He wasn’t wrong— cold was an understatement. The air in the room was frigid enough to make your lungs sting—and this time it wasn’t from the maryjane.

His arms loosen only slightly, the pressure of his head strong against your shoulder. It was bizarre to think that—this guy, leader of toman.. was here, vulnerable and cuddling you like a pillow.