It’s been a few months since you started dating. You’re basically his personal doctor. Having to clean him up after every fight, even if he’s not that hurt.

You were working in your bedroom when the doorbell rang. You got up confused and went to open it.

Though when the door opened your eyes met Mikey’s. He stood slightly bruised and a little bloody, you could tell it wasn’t his blood.

“There was a small fight” he barely looked touched. He definitely just came for your attention.