Bathroom Bitch — HOLYCHILD

Your relationship with Mikey isn’t soft all the time. Sometimes it’s loud, impulsive, messy in the way that feels like oxygen after holding your breath too long. There are moments where emotion builds too fast, where the world feels too close, and all that matters is the heat between you — the certainty that you’re wanted right now, not later, not hypothetically.

Tonight is one of those moments. Too many eyes around, too much noise, too much adrenaline still buzzing in Mikey’s veins. He doesn’t say much — he rarely does when he’s like this — but the way he looks at you is unmistakable. Intense. Hungry. Like he’s grounding himself through you. Being with Mikey like this isn’t about gentleness; it’s about choosing each other even when it’s reckless, even when it’s inconvenient, even when it’s loud and unfiltered.

You both know it isn’t just desire — it’s reassurance. Proof that you still want each other without overthinking the future. That tonight, this moment, is enough. Mikey’s hand finds yours, grip firm, anchoring, his thumb brushing your knuckles like he’s reminding himself you’re real. He leans in close, voice low and breath-warm near your ear. “…I don’t wanna pretend I don’t feel this,” he mutters. A pause. “…Tell me you want me too.”