Identity V x Reader

Mike x Reader Part. 1(fluff)

"Alright..." You stoop up in front of him, placing your hand on his shoulder while you felt his arms around your waist.

It could seem a weird thing from friends to do. It could seem to be a romantic thing, but it wasn't (at least you thought). Mike just liked to dance.

"Take my hand... Take my whole life too..." Oh no, he was crying.

"Hey, don't cry." You caressed his hair. "You are extra emotional today, did something happen?"

"I'm just feeling lonely, I guess."

"You are not lonely. I'm here for you."

"I just wanted to be with her, you know? Like dating. I wanted to go on a date, make her feel loved, cuddle, wake up next to her..."

"You are in love, Mike!" You celebrated. "Tell me, who is it?"

"I won't."

"Why not?"

"You will tell her or come up with a crazy plan to get us together." He was telling the truth. "We should get back to the nails."

During the next week, you observed and analyzed everything that happened in Mike's life just to figure out who was she. You had three main suspects: the library girl, the cafe girl, and your neighbor. The library girl was the cute one who always sat on a table near Mike's. The cafe girl was Mike's favorite cafe waitress. Your neighbor was the one who sometimes brought a piece of cake for you two.

"What are you doing? That's creepy." One of your friends, Patricia Dorval, questioned while you were looking at the library girl through a bookshelf.

"Nothing." You laughed nervously.

"Are you like stalking Mike?"

"No, I'm not."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Just... trying to figure out who is Mike's crush?"

"You will take a really long time like that."

"Do you know who she is?"

"It's obvious."

"Okay, I am in doubt between the library girl, the cafe waitress, and our neighbor. Is her one of them?"

"No."

"B-But... how? Why? It must be one of them."

"It is you." You felt your heart skip a beat when she said that.

"W-What?"

"It is you, (Y/N)." Her voice didn't hold any doubts.

"You can't be serious." You crossed your arms, outraged.

"Do you like him?"

"He is my best friend, of course I like him."

"Romantically saying."

"We are best friends, we can't just romantically like each other."

"Yes, you can. And you do."

"Why do you think that way?"

"(Y/N)." She placed her hands on your face making you look at her. "He has literal heart eyes while he is around you, I can see it. Even if you don't realize, he is always frowning and being all sad when you flirt with other guys."

"But I think that if he liked me, he would just tell me. Mike is not the type to hide his feelings."

"He doesn't want to ruin the friendship, it's always like that. Kind of cliche."