The two of you walked down the quiet street, ice cream cones in hand. You had insisted on buying both since Mikey had apparently forgotten his wallet again. He had just shrugged, letting you pay, but the corners of his lips had that lazy little smile that made you sigh. The ice cream was perfect… until a sudden gust of wind blew your hair right into your face. You swatted at it, trying to take a bite, but it kept falling back in front of your mouth. “Ugh! I can’t even eat my ice cream!” you groaned, a little annoyed.

Mikey, who had been quietly licking his own cone, leaned over with a small, almost imperceptible smirk. “Here.” He held out a hair tie, simple but soft. You blinked, confused for a second — then realized he had actually put it on just because of you. He had worn it himself every time you guys go somewhere, casually, just because you once complained about your hair in your face.