⊹ mikey who isn’t always great at putting his feelings into words, so he says them through tiny actions instead. he notices when you’re cold before you do and drapes his jacket over your shoulders, saves the last bite of dessert because he knows you’ll like it, and quietly walks on the side closest to traffic every single time.

⊹ mikey who looks at you with complete, uncomplicated trust. after a rough day, he’ll flop onto your couch and stare at the ceiling until you sit beside him, then inch closer until your shoulders touch. he never asks to be comforted outright, but the way he settles against you says more than enough.

⊹ mikey who kisses you like he’s still a little surprised he gets to. most of them are quick pecks before hopping on his bike or after walking you home, but every so often he’ll cup your face with both hands, smile against your lips, and stay there for just a second longer because he doesn’t feel any rush to pull away.

⊹ mikey who remembers tiny things you mentioned months ago without realizing they mattered. you once pointed at a claw machine plushie and called it cute, and weeks later he casually drops it into your lap after somehow winning it on his first try. when you ask why he got it, he just blinks. “because you liked it.”

⊹ mikey who can fall asleep almost anywhere, but insists he sleeps best with you nearby. if you’re watching a movie together, there’s a good chance you’ll look over halfway through and find him dozing off with his head on your shoulder and one hand loosely holding onto your sleeve so you can’t wander off without waking him.

⊹ mikey who gets quietly jealous rather than dramatic. if someone else is making you laugh a little too much, he doesn’t interrupt or start an argument - he simply wanders over, slips into the space beside you, and casually hooks his arm around yours as though that’s where it’s always been. he won’t even look at the other person. he’s only paying attention to whether you lean into him.

⊹ mikey who has an uncanny sense for when you’re nearby in a crowd. toman could be celebrating after a meeting with dozens of people talking over one another, but the moment he hears your voice, his head turns immediately. within seconds he’s weaving through everyone until he’s standing next to you.

⊹ mikey who instinctively reaches for the back of your shirt whenever you’re walking through crowded places. it isn’t because he thinks you’ll get lost - it just reassures him that you’re there. sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until you glance back at him and smile.

⊹ mikey who becomes surprisingly protective when you’re exhausted. if you’re pushing yourself too hard, he’ll gently take whatever you’re carrying out of your hands and tell you to take a break in the same matter-of-fact tone he uses to order food. there’s no teasing in moments like that - just quiet certainty that he’s going to help whether you protest or not.

⊹ mikey who isn’t possessive in words but in habits. your drink somehow ends up in his hand after one sip, he steals bites from your plate without asking, and he automatically saves you a seat wherever he goes. the people around him stop questioning it after a while because if there’s an empty spot next to mikey, everyone already knows who it’s for.

⊹ mikey who kisses you with so much love that makes your chest ache. he’ll pause right before you leave, brush his forehead against yours, and press one soft kiss to your lips before stepping back. then, after a second of thinking, he’ll lean in for another because one never quite feels like enough.

⊹ mikey who acts fearless in front of everyone else but relaxes completely when he’s with you. on nights when the responsibilities of leading toman weigh heavier than he lets on, he rests his head against your shoulder and closes his eyes. he doesn’t ask you to fix anything. he just stays there, comforted by the simple fact that you’re still beside him.