𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄

Get in one's hair - 2

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❝ to annoy someone ❞

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The two of us were just standing there.

I almost considered mumbling a small 'good evening' to Mikey simply because I was at a loss for words and couldn't think of anything to say. Every single coherent thought dissolved into thin air as I studied his face, dishevelled, making me wonder if he flew his way to my apartment.

Putting that aside, I had something else that sparked my interest— he still had his hair tied in a braid.

Did he not comb his hair at all or did he style it again? I would never grow the balls to question him that, for personal reasons, because braids seemed to trigger an unwanted memory I didn't want to think about.

"Hi." He sent me a little wave, his figure leaning against the vehicle behind him.

I studied his ride with piercing scrutiny, observing how nicely he'd been taking care of it. "Hey." Turning to meet his gaze, I continued, "You almost cherish it as much as I cherish my Toyota, that's cute."

"...Yes."

Quietness weighed upon us, as I drew in a long breath, holding back every embarrassing memory that struggled to emerge out of my mind. We'd had our fair share of awkward silences within a short span, and I didn't want any more of those.

It was kind of scary to imagine that we'd go back to being distant....

It'd be fine if we tried to act like we usually did, yeah? Friends kissed each other... uh... all the time...

"Okay! So... let's leave?" I managed to break out a smile, "Chifuyu keeps spamming me. Turns out he's actually afraid of the dark."

Mikey was about to respond, before a seemingly intrusive thought cut his words off. He cursed softly, stealing an apprehensive glimpse my way. My confusion was surely evident on my features, as he elaborated,

"I... sorta... forgot to carry an extra helmet...."

"Oh. That's fine—"

"Wear mine."

He held the helmet out to me, keeping his responses clipped. He gave no room to refuse and gestured for me to sit behind him, while I reluctantly tied its strap around my chin.

Why was it so fucking huge.

"Is your head massive or is the helmet not yours because damn, it's... uncomfortably large."

"Your head's too small."

"Shut up. I'm going to throw it at your face."

He let out a short chuckle. "Tough love, eh?"

I never thought that sitting behind someone would feel so weird. I only remembered a few fragments of riding motorcycles from when I was barely six— I had long forgotten what it felt like to clutch onto someone for support. I had no idea where to keep my hands, and letting them stay by my sides appeared to be a viable solution to my dilemma but I was too young to fall off and die.

"Are you alright?"

I answered with a distracted hum, still searching for a way to avoid having to hold Mikey's shoulders, or worse— waist — if I could help it.

"Have you never sat on a bike before?" His tone was mildly teasing, which made my eye twitch in annoyance.

"Some of us haven't experienced a lot of things, you know. Like you have yet to experience getting some bitches."