Inspired by “so bitter” — Stxlkin

Mikey swore he wasn’t clingy. He wasn’t the jealous type. He didn’t need anyone. Or… that’s what he always said. But when it came to you? Everything felt different. He noticed when you weren’t beside him in homeroom. He noticed when you talked to someone else a little too long. He noticed when you laughed and he wasn’t the reason. It wasn’t jealousy — not really.

It was that soft ache in his chest. The kind that feels like missing someone who’s right in front of you. You came back from grabbing a drink, sliding into the seat next to him like nothing happened. Mikey didn’t look at you right away. He just leaned his shoulder against yours, casual, lazy — but not really. You nudged him. “What’s with you today?” He shrugged, eyes half-lidded, voice quiet:

“Dunno. Just… feels weird when you’re not around.” You blinked. Mikey didn’t say things like that. He smirked a little, trying to play it off. “Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he murmured. “‘S not like I’m obsessed.” But his hand drifted to yours under the desk. Barely touching. Almost asking. A little sweet. A little shy. A little bitter because he wanted more than he could say. And when you laced your fingers with his, he didn’t look at you — but his silent smile said everything.