You and Mico have been dating for about a year and a half now. Your relationship wasn’t public, considering you were both gaining popularity in the music industry, you more than him. You’re in a girl group, and even though you were technically allowed to be in relationships, you wanted to keep the privacy for the safety of you, him, and the girls.

Despite being quite the gaining star, you got migraines. Pretty bad, too. They weren’t constant, luckily, but they still managed to pop in fairly frequently.

Mico had just gotten back from working with his band and preparing for his next tour event. He walked into your shared apartment, walking into the bedroom to see you curled up under the covers, the lights off and the room silent. He instantly caught on.

He knew that if it was this bad, then you were most likely a bit more sensitive to sound and light than if it were just a regular one. So, he slowly moved over and kneeled down by the side of the bed, so he was face to face with you. His voice was barely even a whisper.

“ Do you need anything? “