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#66 He hits you: Michael imagine

A lot of times Michael underestimated his strength when the two of you would play fight. For the most part you'd kept it hush when he would hurt you but today you were most definitely not in the mood for jokes and laughs. It was just before a show and you, your best friend and Michael were standing in a small huddle talking and as usual Michael was being his stupid playful self. He continued eating his bag of Cheetos while you and your friend discussed plans for the weekend. Suddenly you'd gotten the random urge to smack the bag from his hands just for shits -n- giggles. Just like that, BOOM you slapped the bag from his hands, slinging the Cheetos across the floor as you and your friend began laughing histerically. Michael not amused shoved your friend into your side throwing you both over a few stray chairs. Of course with your bad luck, your hand landed directly on an exposed nail in the wall as you attempted to catch yourself. The tears began immediately as the blood began oozing from your palm. You continued to sit on the floor where you landed and your friend slowly stood up with a cut on her leg as she punched Michael harshly in the arm leaving him wincing as he walked over to you concerned. "Y/n I didn't mean it, it was just a reaction, it's just, I'm so used to being around the guys I get rough I'm so sorry!" "Well I'm obviously not one of your basic fucking bros Michael! Are you too fucking stupid to tell the difference?!" Your words were harsh as you watched the tears well up in his eyes at the sight of your pain. "Babe, I am fucking stupid. and I swear I'm incredibly sorry about this!" He attempted to wrap his arm around you, only to be coldy pushed away. "Do not fucking touch me Michael, just give me space.". Yet he still attempted to look at your injury. "But babe I'm sorry, just let me see-" "BACK THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" You yelled one last time hoping to get your point across. "Ok, ok." He stammered, walking away from you.