He was snooping around your room while you were taking a shower because he wanted to. There was this journal, it wasn’t anything much, just a book with small notes you wrote.
Though it wasn’t anything special, he liked going through the little notes you left behind like: what you were going to buy, little doodles you drew and even something that happened during your day. You never stopped him from reading it either so he kept the habit.
Until he stumbles upon a page with the title Michael. You knew someone named Michael? is what he first thought until he kept reading and found out that both him and this Michael guy are very similar.
Blonde hair, handsome, strong, sleeps a lot, caring, a genius and other similar characteristics.
He knew you wrote it by looking at the handwriting, but the way it was written was as if Michael was listing things about himself. I am a genius, with an amazing face, was one of the lines.
Lowkey got a little respect for Michael but at the same time, he thought that he could still take him down if they were to get into a fight.
Then you walked in wearing one of his hoodies and he asked who was this Michael person and it was him. Pikachu face. “Me?”
He wondered why michael sounded so amazing, it was him all along. “Can you sing it to me?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you while slowly handing you the book.
“No.” He got whiny after that.
