Unspoken

CHAPTER 7 : The ridiculous rules

Y/N'S POV

Mikha kept to her word.

From the moment she made that promise, I could feel her unwavering determination in every little thing she did. It started slow—almost too casually—but then I realized—Mikha wasn't kidding. She made it her mission to "remind" me to take better care of myself. And, of course, she did it in the most Mikha Lim way possible—with rules.

Rule #1: Breakfast is Non-Negotiable

It all began one rainy morning when Mikha knocked on my dorm room door. I had stayed up late studying, my brain buzzing with thoughts I couldn't quiet, and I hadn't slept well the night before. When I opened the door, there she was, standing in the doorway with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a neatly wrapped sandwich in the other.

"Good morning, Y/n!" she greeted me, her smile so bright it felt like the sun had just broken through the gray clouds outside. Her energy was contagious, and despite the gloomy weather, I felt my heart skip a beat.

I blinked, still half-asleep. "Mikha? What's this?"

"Breakfast," she said matter-of-factly, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Mikha, it's...?" I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. "7:00 AM? Why are you up so early?" I tried to hide the exhaustion in my voice, but it slipped out anyway.

"I'm here to make sure you don't turn into a walking zombie," she replied, her tone playful but firm. "You're eating this. No arguments."

I stepped back to let her in, still not fully awake. "I don't know if I'm hungry," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

"Mikha, really, I'm fine. I can grab something later—"

"No." She cut me off with a stern look, her eyes sparkling with determination. "You need fuel, Y/n. How else are you going to make it through the day?"

She placed the cup of coffee and sandwich down on my desk, her gaze never leaving me, as if daring me to argue.

"Rule number one: Breakfast is non-negotiable."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at my lips. "You're really serious about this, huh?"

"You better believe it." She grinned, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at me like I was the most important thing in her world. My heart did a little flip. I wish I could say I didn't notice, but I did.

I groaned, but it didn't feel like a burden. It felt... good.

Mikha was many things—stubborn, strong-willed, relentless—but this was different. This wasn't just about breakfast. This was her way of showing up for me, in a way that words couldn't capture. Her actions spoke louder than anything I'd ever heard.

With a reluctant shrug, I took a bite of the sandwich. The moment I chewed, I was taken aback by how good it tasted. It wasn't just any sandwich. It was comforting—familiar, warm, and real.

And Mikha... she stood there, watching me with that soft smile of hers, like she was placing the last piece of a puzzle. The whole scene felt surreal, as if time itself had slowed down for just that moment. The rain tapping against the window, the faint hum of campus life outside—it all faded away. All that existed was Mikha and me, in that small, quiet space.

"Good, right?" she asked, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.

I nodded, unable to hide the gratitude flooding my chest. "Yeah... thanks, Mikha."