Miketosis fic cause i love them
Mike and Micheal had been…something for a little now. They weren’t dating, obviously cause Mike would never date a crazy guy like Micheal but sometimes he came over and they talked. Sometimes he helped Mike when he was in one of his depressive moods, sometimes he stayed when Mike didn’t want to be alone after a nightmare. Sometimes Mike would wake up tucked into bed even though he knew he wasn’t there when he fell asleep with the familiar scent of metal, rain, and that off brand bubblegum he always chewed when he got bored.
So safe to say Mike didn’t really know what to call their weird friendship and neither did Micheal since he never made any move to put a label on it either. At least Abby was happy, Mike did have his reservations about having her around the youngest Afton but he hadn’t done anything bad so far so he let Abby hang around them sometimes.
Mike blinked wearily as he stood from the couch where he’d been rotting for the past two hours, opening the door to find Micheal standing there with a grocery bag in hand and his creepy little smile.
“Hi Mike,” His voice cheerful,”May I come in?”
Mike sighed,”Mhm,” He nodded and let the other in before plopping back on the couch.
Mike eyed the bag for a minute before mustering up enough energy to ask about it,”What’s in the bag?” His voice was groggy and hoarse, clearly taking effort.
Micheal peered at Mike with those beady eyes,”I figured you’d be tired, you worked double shift today,” He took out some boxes from the bag, presumably craft meals.
Mike nodded and let his eyes close again not even bothering to question how Micheal knew that cause he definitely didn’t tell him he worked double today.
He figured it was best not to ask, besides, he already knew Micheal liked following him around. The tearing of box lids and rusting around the kicked filled Mikes head, saving him from his pounding headache for just a minute. He could hear Micheal moving around even though he never seemed to have any sound to his footsteps, he heard the bowls clanking, water running, microwave beeping, the faint rustles of Micheal’s jacket.
“You should eat, unless you wanna look like me,” Micheal joked as he set down a bowl of what smelled like mac n’ cheese.
Mikes vision blurred as he reached for the bowl and set it in his lap. He could feel Micheal’s eyes on him, not judgement but observing. That’s what Micheal liked to do: observe.
It took an embarrassing amount of effort for Mike to even lift to spoon to his mouth, continuing to eat took even more effort. Mike opted to just leave it on the table, too tired to even feel guilty for mot finishing it.
After a moment of silence, Micheal stood and took the bowl with him to the kitchen. He put some plastic wrap on it and shoved it Mikes deserted fridge.
“Cmon, get up,” Micheal grabbed onto Mikes arm and heaved him up, leading him to Mikes bedroom.
Mike was thankful for Michael’s weird habit of watching (more like studying) Mike and his routine cause it mesnt he knew how to help.
Micheal moved the blankets and let Mike get in first before crawling in, his lanky limbs easily able to wrap around Mikes more built figure.
They didn’t do this often, cuddling or just being mushy in general, but when they did it was always the same. Quiet, soft, and safe. No worries of talking about it later or explaining himself, just a very tired night guard in a crazy psychopaths arms.
