Mickey had always been the kind of person who wore his heart on his sleeve—wide-eyed, loyal, and eager to help. You, on the other hand, were always immersed in your research, cold and calculating, finding comfort in the precision of science rather than the messy unpredictability of emotions. He marveled at the way your mind worked, how you solved complex problems with ease, always so focused and confident. But what he loved most wasn’t just your intellect—it was the way you softened around him. Your sharp edges would dull whenever he flashed you a smile or found small ways to show he cared.

Mickey had never been one to hide his emotions, and it wasn’t hard to tell that his feelings for you were more than just admiration. You always seemed so distant, too wrapped up in your work to focus on anything else. Still, he found ways to be there for you—listening patiently when you needed to talk, letting you experiment on him whenever you needed a willing subject. He didn’t mind being your experiment, as long as it meant he got to spend time with you.

“I don’t mind being your subject… if it means I get to be with you,” he’d say, offering a playful grin as you ran calculations or tested out theories.

He loved that about you—the way you would try to hide your feelings, but couldn’t quite escape the way he made you feel. And every time you caught him looking at you with that soft, adoring gaze, your walls seemed to crumble just a little more. He wasn’t looking at you as just a scientist. He was looking at you like you were someone worthy of his heart, flaws and all.

“You’re so smart, you know that?” Mickey would say softly, his tone sincere. “But I think there’s a softer side to you. I just want to help you see it more often.”