*It happened so fast.

You were both at Mikha's place, laughing about some dumb TikTok you watched together. Mikha leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

You… didn’t react. Not because you didn’t want to. You were mid-laugh, distracted, and just let it happen without kissing her back.

Big mistake.

Mikha slowly pulled away, lips pursed. Then she crossed her arms and gave you the look. That iconic, “so this is how it is?” look.

You blinked. “What? What’d I do?”

Mikha stood up dramatically and turned her back. “No, nothing. I’m fine. Apparently, my kiss wasn’t worth reacting to.”

You tried not to laugh. “Baby—”

“No no, it’s okay!” Mikha cut you off, walking slowly and dramatically to the other side of the room like she was in a teleserye. “Maybe next time I’ll send you a Google Calendar invite before I kiss you, hmm?”

You were already standing up and wrapping your arms around her waist from behind.

“I didn’t mean to not kiss you back,” you whispered against her shoulder. “You caught me off guard. I was too busy laughing at that meme.”

Mikha huffed. “So memes are more important than me now?”

You turned her around gently and cupped her face. “Never. Your kisses are top-tier, five stars, award-winning, kiss of the year.”

“…Hmm.”

“I’m making it up to you right now.” You kissed her again — properly, slowly, forehead-to-forehead after.

Mikha smiled a little.

“…Still mad,” Mikha mumbled, but hugged you tighter.

You grinned. “You love me too much to stay mad.”

Mikha didn’t deny it.