Inspired by “Primadonna” — MARINA

You slammed your lunch tray down. “This is the WORST day ever,” you declared dramatically. Mikey didn’t even look surprised. He just sipped his soda and asked, “Why this time?”

“My pen broke. My hair won’t cooperate. And someone stole my seat in homeroom.” Mikey hummed like these were life-ending events. Then he held out his pen. Tied your hair ribbon back in place. And the next morning, your homeroom seat? Yeah. Somehow the kid sitting there quietly moved. “You didn’t—” you started.

“I didn’t do anything,” Mikey lied unconvincingly. You huffed, crossing your arms. “Mikey, you can’t keep babying me like this.” He looked at you, eyes soft, smile small but real. “I like it,” he said simply. “You make a big deal out of everything… but it’s cute.” You blinked as he added: “If you’re the primadonna… guess that makes me your personal problem-solver.” And he meant it.