A/N: Hello! Here's part 2 ng magulong mag neighbour! Ship responsibly and as always, this is a work of fiction!
Enjoy guys!
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Mikha lay in bed, tucked under two layers of blankets, one leg half out, hair in a mess of waves and knots, a thermometer sticking out of her mouth like a cigarette she never lit.
Fever? Gone.
Headache? Lingering.
But the worst symptom?
Aiah Arceta.
Still in her system.
No sign of leaving anytime soon.
She rolled to her side, groaning into her pillow, then glanced at her phone for the seventh time in ten minutes.
Still no message.
Not that she was expecting one.
Not that she cared.
Except she kinda did.
She didn't even remember shifting that close to Aiah last night. The last thing she remembered was sipping soup and teasing her, hoping to pull at the edges of whatever line they'd been toeing since the day they met.
The rest? A soft blur.
Waking up to Aiah's scent in her blanket, Aiah's warmth against her leg, Aiah's breath steady and quiet near her ear—
Shit.
She groaned again.
"Get it together," she muttered to herself, tossing her phone onto the mattress.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Aiah was supposed to be a passing annoyance—a cute, uptight neighbor with a severe lack of chill. She wasn't supposed to get under Mikha's skin.
She wasn't supposed to knock at midnight with soup.
Or stay on the couch.
Or let Mikha fall asleep on her without pushing her off and delivering a full monologue about boundaries.
And she definitely, definitely wasn't supposed to say yes when Mikha asked:
"You stayed?"
Because she did.
She stayed.
Even now, Mikha could feel the residual warmth on that side of the couch.
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Group Chat: The Devils Wear Pajamas
Colet: So. Update. Are you dead or are you just ghosting us?
Sheena: Pls tell me your hot neighbour fed you AND touched your forehead gently like a caring housewife
Gwen: Mikha did you get laid while sick? That's both horrifying and impressive
Mikha:
Walang nangyari.
Pero... she stayed.
Sa couch.
May dala siyang soup. Homemade daw.
I think I'm broken.
Gwen:
Wait, like STAYED stayed?
Colet:
Mikha. You're catching feelings.
I'm sorry but we need to put you down.
Sheena:
Remember your rules: No Feelings, No Attachments, No Soupy Sleepovers
Mikha stared at the messages.
Then typed.
Mikha:
...hmmm no feelings, just thoughts.
She tossed her phone aside and stared at the ceiling, letting the weight of the admission sink in.
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She got up, pulled her blanket around her shoulders like a cape, and shuffled to the wall they shared with 807.
She placed her palm flat against it, smirking faintly to herself.
"No music today," she murmured. "Don't want you thinking I'm cured."
