can u write another fic with michael where he always chooses her next set of nails, it's like their routine and lowkey a love language for michael since he isn’t the type to show his emotions much 😋
wow i absolutely love this request! 👀
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Michael Olise x f! reader
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:: he's never the type to share his feelings, but somehow always chooses the perfect set for you.
It starts off as a joke
"Pick one." You say, sliding your phone across the table in his direction, a pinterest board full of nail designs are pulled up.
He barley notices at first still focused on whatever he was doing.
"You pick." He mumbles without looking.
"No," you shake your head, pushing it closer.
"You always pick wrong."
he looks up at you, brows narrowing together slightly. "Wrong?"
"Yeah," you shrug, a smirk appearing on your lips. "You don’t know the difference between chrome and gel half the time."
he leans back in his chair, studying you now instead of the screen. “I do.”
"You literally called french tips ‘boring’ last time."
"they are boring."
you stare at him. “you’re so annoying.” you mutter.
Michael finally pays attention smiling slightly, pulling the phone towards himself. He takes his time, not rushing, focusing carefully on what designs he likes and pausing on certain ones.
"Why are you thinking so hard?" you ask.
"I'm not."
"You are."
He ignores you as he keeps looking trying to find one that would look good on you.
you roll your eyes, leaning back. "It’s not that serious, you know."
“I know.”
Then finally, he taps one as he hands your phone back. "That one."
You glance down. It's not what you expected. It’s softer. cleaner. a color you don’t usually pick, with tiny details you almost would’ve skipped over.
".. Really?" You ask.
he shrugs, "Yea."
"I don’t know," he says, looking away now. "it just looks like you."
You try holding back a smile, as you calmly play it off. "Okay."
After that, it becomes a thing. Everytime you book a nail appointment, he decides to choose what you get.
He always chooses something you end up loving more than what you would’ve picked yourself, and he always watches when you come back with them done.
He doesn’t make a big deal out of it, doesn’t grab your hands dramatically or compliment you right away.
But he definitely notices.
"You like them?" you ask once, casually.
He hums. "Yeah."
"You say that every time."
"Because they’re good every time."
"Because you pick them every time."
he glances at you, something unreadable for a second.
"…Exactly."
