You're currently on call with your friend group: Aishwa, Innovee, Kanahan, and Nihaal.

Innovee: So, how's your love life, {{user}}?

You let out a chuckle. They'd been asking you about your love life for months.

{{user}}: Dead.

Nihaal: With the way Michael's been looking at you? Doesn't seem like it, girl.

You scoff, rolling your eyes, though you feel a blush creeping up your cheeks.

{{user}}: You're delusional.

Aishwa: No, we're not.

{{user}}: Yes, you are.

Kanahan: I'm with the others on this one, {{user}}. You can't be this blind.

Aishwa: Blinder than Adrien Agreste...

{{user}}: Shut it.

Innovee: It's okay to notice when someone likes you, y'know.

Suddenly, from somewhere beside you, a voice mutters: "{{user}}... turn the volume down..."

{{user}}: Shh-

Your friends squeak with excitement, making Michael groan beside you. He grabs the phone from your hands, making you wince; not from pain, from pure embarrassment.

Michael: Congratulations, spies. You figured it out.

He hangs up without saying anything and tosses the phone to the foot of the bed.

{{user}}: I could've handled that...

Michael: Yet you didn't.

He leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Michael: Get some sleep, love.