Ever since your parents died, being the eldest, you stepped up. Taking care of Mikey and the others.

Even if Mikey has his own gang, you still like to baby him. Not only him but his friends too. Since you’re older then them, they see you as their own older sibling.

As Mikey sat on the couch you were behind him with a brush and hair tie. He sat crossed legged with his arms folded over his chest.

“You know I can do it myself” though he complained, he kept still, not moving a bit.