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Mike and I sat there in silence. My god, he was amazing back there. Vincent, the almighty purple man, had fallen to someone who hums along to the Steven Universe theme. My friend.

I looked over at him. His head was down, and he looked several feet deep in his thoughts. I didn't want to disturb him, so I left him to think about whatever. I finished the hot chocolate and placed the empty cup on the small table in front of the couch. Mike looked up at the mug and took it into the small kitchen area. As he was cleaning the dishes, I got thinking.

Did I like him? It almost wasn't a question. Sure, he could be an asshole at times, but he's definitely gotten better since we got to know each other. He was actually pretty sweet to me now. It seemed as though he felt the same way...I mean, considering how much he's protected me and how he's always there to comfort me...

Next thing I knew, he was standing in front of me. "I'm not all that great," Mike said. "Honestly, I'm a different person around you. I'm not usually like this..." "Mike," I interrupted him, standing up. "That back there? That was a different person. You've changed, Mike. I like this new you. Better than the asshole who yelled at me for being quiet." Mike was red as a cherry. I was probably blushing as well, but I didn't care to notice. "Mike, I--"

He cut me off. Not with words, for once, but rather with a kiss. I was taken aback. My pale, antisocial coworker was kissing me. The asshole coffee addict was kissing me. My Steven Universe watch buddy. My friend. And I loved it.

I allowed myself to melt into the kiss. I felt as though we had wings, and were flying up above the world. Past the pizzeria, past the apartment, past the clouds. Mike was the only thing there.

"I love you, (Y/N)," Mike mumbled against my lips. "You get me."

"I love you too, Mikey," I murmured back.

Mike was the only thing that mattered.

And I liked it that way.