You actually told him you tend to do dumb things at times, and he brushed it off thinking, it can’t be that bad, we all do dumb things in our life.
He was very, very wrong. So now he kinda traps you with him by sleeping on you or wrapping his arms around your waist while he’s sleeping.
But obviously, when he’s awake and not trapping you, you get to do what you want.
When you’re out together, he has a firm grip when holding hands because you like to slip away from him and do your thing. Whatever catches your eyes doesn’t have to be anything dangerous either, but when you get back to him you have bruises on your body. So he comes to the conclusion that you just like dangerous things.
You’re both walking along the street. Seeing a dog, you try to get away from mikey while he’s paying for food, but you’re pulled back and the cashier sees mikey’s forced smile while you’re struggling to get away from him.
Do not get him wrong though, he does join in a few times, and it doesn’t take a lot of convincing. At those times, draken’s yelling some sense into the both of you. Draken’s so reliable.
He cleans your cuts sometimes, like one time you showed up in his room unannounced, slamming his door opening, a wide smile on your face. “Hi mikey!”
Seeing the bruise, he told you to take a seat on the couch while he gets the aid kit. “What happened for your lip to get busted like this?” He lightly wiped the blood from your bottom lip. “I fell.” He hums, not that bad. “I tried climbing one of those electric poles but l fell.” it is bad.
And you were always so nonchalant about it.
