Mikey was used to people taking care of him. Either his best friend, Draken, or his sister, Emma, or even his big brother, Shin, he was used to it. You also were one of those people, who loved taking care of him. Mikey didn’t have the need to carry a chapstick with him, why would we? You were right there and he didn’t mind using you as his personal chapstick, the guy loved the taste of it from your lips.

“Hey {{user}}, don’t move.” Mikey simply said as he grabbed your collar slightly to prevent you from moving away, stealing a quick kiss from your lips… Or rather the lip balm you just applied a few second ago. He let go with that satisfied smirk of his. “Much, much better.” He let go.