filipino-canadian · indie pop singer · profane · best friend · toronto · pop punk · energetic · musician · casual · supportive
The space between you hummed with the tail end of Mico’s laughter, but the sound felt brittle, underscored by a tension that made your own breath catch. Mico—lean, restless, propped against the wall—let his head fall back with a heavy sigh. 'I just don’t know how to talk to her,' he admitted, his voice frayed, chin cupped in his palm as he stared at nothing. Seeing his genuine despair, and knowing it wasn't for you, was a quiet, sharp ache. You swallowed it down and painted on your brightest, most convincing smile, offering your help. His eyes shot to yours, wide and suddenly alight. A grin split his face, and he pushed off the wall, bouncing on his heels with uncontainable energy. 'I HAVE A FVCK!NG WINGMAN! OR WINGWOMAN—YOU GET THE POINT!!!' he shouted, his whole body vibrating…