(2006 [also THIS IS MY LONGEST CHAPTER GUYS IM SORRY])

her eyes are very pretty mikey concluded as he stared into y/n's eyes. even though they were angry they were still really pretty. "i'm still mad at you." y/n reminded him while dabbing the antibiotic on his face.

mikey hugged her waist and pulled her closer. "what are you still mad about, y/n?" he asked her and tilted his head.

y/n stopped applying it and looked him straight in the eyes. "did you get hit in the head too hard?" y/n said sarcastically. "i'm mad about how you picked a fight with sanzu for a shitty reason."

mikey laid back on the couch and y/n sat just between his legs and continued to tend to his wounds. "he touched you. that's not a shitty reason." he reminded her with such ease, still resting his hands on her waist.

"but i told you i'd handle it on my own. because i knew you'd blow up a fuse." y/n told him.

mikey laughed at y/n's comment. "a fuse? i didn't pull his hair, y/n." mikey grinned while saying that but y/n's face remained the same. so mikey sat up and hugged y/n. "look, i'm sorry i went all jackassy but to be fair sanzu was touching your ass. like what was i supposed to do? give him a nod?"

y/n pushed mikey away from her and back on the couch. "mikey, you're 16. you have got to stop making impulsive choices that could get you in juvie at some point." y/n basically scolded him.

mikey let out an exhausted sigh that was kept in for too long. he looked around deep in thought at what she said. "no, they'll never get me." he shook his head as a no, immediately denying it.

y/n dropped her arms and rolled her eyes. "yeah, well if you partake in fights in an open space for much longer." y/n said in a mocking tone. "they're gonna get you."

mikey pursed his lips trying to find another solution. "then emma's gonna bail me out." he smiled at his stupid solution.

"and how are you gonna pay for that? with the coins from the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?" y/n said sarcastically.

mikey laughed with a very sarcastic hint. "as a matter of fact, with grandpa's money." he nodded his head to just annoy her. "where's emma anyway?"

mikey looked around in hope she would just appear out of thin air. "draken took her out after she got back from the hospital." y/n explained shortly as she bandaged up his torso. again.

"ooh, a date?"

y/n's face stayed the same. "that wuss can't ask her out on a date even if he was held at gunpoint." y/n said monotonously.

y/n sat up and started to pack up the first aid box again since she finished doing whatever to him. she let out a huge puff of irritation, while fixing up her shirt. "you're still mad at me and I don't like that." mikey sat up too to face her correctly. "it was one fight and it was with sanzu, that guy won't do anything. that won't end me up in juvie."

she still sat in between his legs as she looked down. but then she was faced with his bare upper body so she looked away again. "look." y/n started, "fight whoever you want. I just don't want to be the cause of it."

his face softened when y/n tried to avoid the whole situation. so mikey placed his hand on the side of her face and forced her to finally look into his eyes. "fine, dumbass. I'll try to control it next time." mikey told her so she smiled proudly to herself.

"promise?"

mikey smiled back. "promise."

but that smile still remained on her face. and he really wanted to wipe it off so he kissed her lips. so she quickly responded back. and that's when the kiss started to get heated.

mikey started to lean in a bit more and the results was y/n leaning back on the arm of the couch. he hovered over her with such ease until they heard some commotion outside of the house.

mikey pulled away and turned to the door. "oh, shit, they're back from their date." he said with a normal look on his face. and then sat up and scratched his head casually.

y/n sat up too and sighed, fixing her shirt once again. there were muffled sounds heard from outside of the house. draken kept saying 'he just suddenly came up to me' he complained. but that was all they could make out.

they finally walked into the house but draken had his arm slung over Emma's shoulder for assistance and was bruised with many many injuries. "ooh." y/n expressed with pursed lips.

even though emma helped draken walk he was still limping. "while we were on our da— outing." draken stuttered so mikey squinted his eyes in suspicion. "guess who stopped us?"

"damn who in the right mind would stop you on your douting." mikey said in a mocking tone, making fun of his obvious feelings for emma.

draken rolled his eyes. "oh for the love of god. It was hanma, alright." draken said in pain. emma grabbed the first aid kit and helped draken settle on the chair next to the couch.

mikey placed his two elbows on his knees and leaned forward. he turned towards y/n with his very tired eyes. "are you happy, y/n?" but his tone wasn't tired at all. he still had some mocking energy in his body and was trying to use it to annoy her. "the guy you kissed hurt yet another friend of yours."

"mikey, you busted his head open." she reminded him and it took him a moment of silence to finally respond.

"why does that matter?" he laid back.

emma grew frustrated when she couldn't unroll the bandages or couldn't reach the bandaids and knocked over the ointment. "god!" emma stood up. "y/n, can you help me?" emma asked, trying to keep calm with short breaths.

y/n stood up a bit, in account of Emma's rage. "sure thing." y/n clenched her hands together in fear and walked over to draken.

he has this, sort of, questioning look on his face. mixed with suspicion and confusion. while y/n grabbed the bandaid and wrapped it in his hand. "you kissed hanma?" draken asked all brotherly. he would cross his arms if he could.

and that was when y/n's body stopped functioning. she tried to make up a thought to say back to draken. she just widened her eyes. "mikey I'll kill you." she whispered to herself and then looked back to draken.

"why'd you kiss hanma?" draken asked yet again and y/n tried to calm herself down to talk back to him. But then she remembered her was injured.

"I didn't kiss him. hanma kissed me." y/n simply said. and then smiled at her calmness.

"okay." mikey began, "then why did hanma kiss you?"

y/n looked back at mikey in disappointment. "oh come on. the man just got hurt by hanma. no one wants to hear about my little make out with him." she turned back to draken's injuries.

mikey gasped suddenly. "MAKEOUT?" mikey shouted in surprise.

oh god. oh god oh god oh god oh god. y/n rubbed her temple in her idiocy. where was emma in all of this? "being the man that got hurt by hanma," draken raised his hand. "I want to hear about the make out." he said in an authoritative tone.

she slapped his hand away and grabbed the ointment as fast as she could so that this would all be over. "hey! that hand got hit by your make out buddy's bat!" he rubbed his hand in hurt.

mikey walked into the conversation with a laugh. "make-out buddy!" he high-fived draken and on the way, smacked y/n's head for fun.

"hey guys! can someone help me make dinner?!" emma shouted from the kitchen. scratch that. an angel shouted from the kitchen.

y/n stood up with the first aid kit in her hand. "please let it be me." y/n breathed in and out and then pushed the first aid kit into mikey's grasp. "since you've been getting in a lot of fist fights lately, maybe you should fix him back to health. with your experience."

y/n walked away to the kitchen and on her way smacked mikey's head. "idiot." she whispered to herself but it was perfectly coherent to mikey.

—

"mikey, get off! you weigh a ton!" y/n cried out while mikey sat on her lap. it was a whole situation with the sano household not having enough dining chairs. I mean it was always mikey, emma, and the old man. so mikey sat on y/n's lap.

the dinner ended a while ago, draken went back home and Emma went upstairs. so the two were all alone downstairs.

mikey slid down to the floor and then went and rested his head on y/n's chair. "I'm tired." he sighed and hugged his arms.

y/n couldn't help but stare at his hair that was resting on her lap. "can i play with your hair, mikey?" she politely asked.

he tilted his head to look at her. "hm? oh, yeah." mikey turned back forward. he was deep in thought which wasn't the usual at all.

y/n took off his hairtie and played with his hair. god it is soft. she thought.

mikey laid his head back on y/n's lap. "hey, y/n?" he called so she hummed as a response. "can i be honest with you?"

he looked up at her, while laying his head on her lap. she stopped playing with his hair and looked at him. "mhm what's wrong?" y/n asked him.

he looked around to avoid looking back at her. "I didn't like it when you talked about hanma." mikey admitted sheepishly.

is that why he smacked my head? "why?" y/n simply asked. and then she started to play with his hair again.

"why? because I'm your boyfriend for fuck's sake I don't need to hear about your little kissing adventures with your ex." mikey picked at the pockets of his pants.

y/n squinted her eyes in confusion. "I never said he was an ex boyfriend." she shook her head slightly.

he looked at her through his lashes. "is he?" and then silence took over and y/n avoided his stare. he clicked his tongue in anger and crossed his arms.

"mikey.." he laid his head and looked at her as a response. "you know I love you right?" mikey smiled and nodded. "then quit being a male. I love you and you don't have to worry about them. I'll be a bad girlfriend if I set my eyes on those little shits."

y/n leaned in as she wrapped her arms around the neck on her lap. and then gave him a little peck on his lips to which mikey smiled to. "come on. let's go sleep." he stood up and pulled on her arm.

"it's too early for sleeping." y/n whined.

mikey squinted his eyes in confusion. "it's past midnight."

"and your point is??" y/n asked sarcastically so mikey rolled his eyes. he had enough of it so he just casually picked her up in his arms. "dude!" but he just ignored her. "bro, put me down!"

"y/n, you always have headaches and then blame it on me throwing rocks at your window." mikey reasoned as he continued to head towards the stairs.

y/n scoffed. "it is because you throw rocks at my window! and that I'm sleep deprived!" y/n kicked her legs around to put her down. "mikey!"

mikey stopped and lowered y/n down to his eye level and then kissed her. "is that gonna shut you up?" mikey tilted his head.

y/n nodded slowly. "honestly, yeah." y/n placed her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck while he hugged her waist.

finally, and I mean finally, mikey walked up the stairs. bear in mind, mikey was still shirtless (at dinner too which is kinda unsanitary. would make me lose my appetite for sure) so y/n could literally see all of his scars. it was kinda crazy actually; how many scars he has. so y/n ran her finger along every scar.

mikey walked to Emma's room for no apparent reason and placed his ear on the door to hear if she's awake. but she was snoring very loudly so he clicked his tongue. "shit i wanted to make fun of her for today." mikey walked away to his room.

mikey's shoulder tensed up at every touch. "damn, y/n, that tickles." he complained so she stopped.

"god, you have a lot of scars for a kid." y/n huffed while mikey opened the door of his room. she faced him, ready to be put down. and he did put her down, but wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her very gently. before pulling away and placing his chin on her shoulder, hugging her even more. mikey started to walk slowly with her to the bed.

"well," mikey started. "when your bestfriend kills your brother. you kinda lose the whole 'i'm too young for this' phase."

he sat her on the bed with really wide eyes. "that is so dark." y/n breathed out in surprise.

mikey nodded his head and fell on top of the bed tiredly. "sleep, y/n." mikey rubbed his eyes and rolled around to whatever was most comfortable for him.

y/n smiled awkwardly. "sure thing. there's just one problem." she crawled over to back of the bed. "I'm bored and I can't sleep." she laid down to face him. "can we play question and answer like we did when we were kids?"

mikey smiled and laughed slightly. she was always either too tired to cooperate or too childish to handle before sleeping. "okay. ask me a question." he looked at her eyes.

she looked up and sighed, trying to find the perfect question. "ooh." her face lit up when she found her question. "baji or draken?"

he rolled his eyes to how easy the question is and then widened them when he realized it wasn't. if he picks baji it will be unfair since draken's stuck with him all this time. but if he picks draken it would be unfair because he's known baji since they were 4. and now he was questioning the whole concept of friendships. "dude, ask a simpler question!" mikey grunted.

"alright!" y/n started thinking of a simpler question and then just said whatever came to mind. "what is.. your favorite color?"

he deadpanned her. "that's just basic. okay.. uh.. red." mikey answered in an instant.

y/n crossed her arms. "probably because you've seen it so many times." she put extra emphasis on the 'so' so mikey gently elbowed her side. Atleast he thought it was. "fuck that hurt! anyways, what's my question?"

he, who was still suspicious of the change of subject, pondered over what to say. "uhm.. chifuyu or takemichi?" mikey asked and she was happy to answer but he cut her off. "wait. screw it. rewind. pah-chin or peh-yan?"

"..okay. pah-chin since I've known him way longer and he never threatened to kill me." but then she remembered. "unless it was for money."

mikey nodded his head at that statement, although he never shared that experience. "okay, your turn." she began again and said, "what would you do if I died?"

and with no hesitation. "take your money." he simply answered so she rolled her eyes. "what would you do if I died?"

"kill you again."

20 questions later, y/n dozed off and fell asleep. but the one who requested sleeping at this early hour (3 am) was wide awake.

his brain was filled with thoughts over that one question. 'what would you do if I died' he mocked her in his own brain. why that question, y/n.

he tossed and turned around in his bed intentionally. mostly in anger at his own thoughts. mikey doesn't overthink things, mikey just.. does.

I mean, it was always a close one but never the real thing. like DEATH is just a very loud and depressing subject.

he sighed, and finally looked at y/n who was peacefully sleeping. he shouldn't even be thinking of this, she's okay.

giving in to his thoughts, mikey moved closer to her. "if anything happened to you, I'd probably lose it." he kissed her forehead. "good night. I love you."

and he did lose it.