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Waking Mikey up for a kiss

honestly, MIKEY sleeps like a mf rock. y’all remember when he fell asleep at that restaurant and didn’t wake up even after draken scooped him up and carried him all the way to the hospital? yeah

it’ll be difficult to rouse him, but if you do manage it, he’ll grumble a chain of intelligible protests into the pillow and roll onto his back, eyes slowly fluttering open. his coal-dark eyes are dull with the lingering haze of sleep, and it takes a couple seconds for him to recognize you as the silhouette hovering over him. when he does, he’ll raise his head a little, searching your face for any signs of pain or discomfort in the gloom of the night.

“can’t sleep?” he mumbles, still waiting for the fuzzy feeling to fade from his head.

you hesitate. you know that mikey’s constantly occupied with managing toman, and you understand that he values his beauty rest, which is why you’re now sitting in silence, wondering if this was a foolish idea.

“(reader)?”

“sorry, i just…” you shake your head and wring your hands beneath the blanket. “i wanted a kiss.”

mikey falls silent. despite the lack of light in the room, you can still feel mikey’s unreadable stare boring into your face. after a moment, he speaks. “okay.” he agrees, simple and easy.

your eyes widen with surprise. he isn’t upset?

he braces his weight on one arm and leans forward, the fingertips of his other hand brushing over your clothes as they trail their way up in search of your neck. you shiver at the feeling of his calloused skin gliding over the base of your skull. you incline your head, guided by the touch of his hand and the shadowy outline of mikey’s head against the darkness of the room.

the kiss that your lips meet in is simple and chaste, your lips withdrawing from his after only a moment. you mean to awkwardly shuffle back to your side of the bed, still embarrassed from having had the audacity to wake him up for something so menial. but instead of pulling away, mikey’s hand slides down to your shoulder, halting your movements.

“i’m sorry that i haven’t been around much, (reader).” his voice is solemn, a sharp contrast from the tender kiss you two just shared. “things in toman are getting pretty tense, and i haven’t had much spare time. so, i’m sorry. and, i don’t expect you to, but… i hope that you’ll stay with me.”

“questioning my loyalty?” you hum in mock offense. “i’m not going anywhere, manjiro.” you shift forward more, pressing even closer. amidst the darkness, you feel mikey inhale sharply at your sudden closeness, but you angle your head to the side at the last second, nestling your head into the crook of his neck. your hands snake upward to grip loosely at the pajama material layered over his shoulder and arm.

mikey stiffens for a moment, his breathing silent and muscles tensing beneath your touch. you can feel the convulsing of his throat against your temple as he swallows discreetly. you don’t blame him. after all, this is so much more… personal than his usual habit of resting his head on your knee to take a quick power nap, and it lingers longer than any of the kisses that you two share. 

after a couple more seconds, mikey’s muscles slowly relax as he settles against you. the tremor in his hand is nearly imperceptible as he wraps an arm around your waist, a step up from the last time you embraced him in such a way. he tilts his head, touching his lips to the crown of your head in more of a simple touch than a kiss. he inhales deeply.

“thank you.” his sigh is so quiet that you barely hear it, but it’s there.

you know it’s there.

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