It happened casually. Too casually. You walked past Mikey in the hallway, hand full of books, eyes focused elsewhere — and without even thinking, you reached up and gave his head a gentle, warm pat. Just a soft touch. Like it was normal. Like he was someone you could touch without warning. Mikey froze.

His eyes widened. His entire body shut down. His face went warm, heart thumping way too fast. You kept walking. Mikey didn’t. He stood there for a solid ten seconds, staring ahead, mind blank. “…Eh???” As if your handprint was still glowing on his hair.