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"Permission to send you a gift?"
[You didn't ask for permission last time...what's so special about this gift?]
Micah glances away in a manner that could almost be mistaken as shy, had that not contradicted everything you had come to expect from this insufferably suave man in the two days you've now known him. The quirk of his eyebrow confirms your suspicions long before his words do. "It's a little more...provocative?"
He locks eyes with you and waits expectantly, biting his lip for good measure. At the thought of such a gift, one thing comes to mind instantly.
[Can you even be provocative?]
[Send it right now.]
> [Might be a good time to mention that I'm a...Never mind, just send it.]
Micah blinks twice, slowly, then lets out a flat laugh of disbelief, flashing a look at you like he almost pities you but is clearly amused by it. "'Never mind?' Pleeeease don't tell me you seriously expected me to drop whatever...that was?"
His smirk widens, and the mock offense quickly melts into that smooth, teasing lilt of his. "Just what kind of merciful man do you take me for, angel? There's no way I'm letting you off the hook that easily."
[You're getting ahead of yourself. It's really no big deal.]
Micah casually rests his hand under his chin and raises an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm suuure it isn't. Which is why...It should also be 'really no big deal' for you to finish that thought for me," he slowly taunts with a cheeky grin. "You're a...?"
[I'm ace-spec and aro-spec.]
[I'm ace-spec.]
[I'm aro-spec.]
[I'm a total sucker for fangs.]
> [I'm ace-spec and aro-spec.]
Micah jumps a bit in his seat and stares at you with a comically shocked expression. "Wait...so you don't think I'm hot??"
[Pfft, of course that's what your mind immediately jumps to. You wanna kiss me that bad, huh, Yujin?]
His face flushes, and in a moment of pure self-conscious panic, he loudly blurts out, "Of course not!! I—I only want to kiss people who want to be kissed!"
[I'm glad you're all for consent. But when did I say I don't want to be kissed?]
Micah perks up at that instantly, but his next words are a bit hesitant, as if fighting to keep his expectations low, "Sooo...does that mean that you....do? Want m—someone to kiss you?"
[Yep. Everyone on the asexual and aromantic spectrums has their own boundaries. Kissing isn't one of mine. Neither is dating, or even calling someone I find attractive "hot."]
He glances away again and lets out a small, relieved sigh, "I see." By the time Micah looks back at you, he's already relaxed into his trademark cocky expression, sounding far too pleased with himself as he teases, "Of course you find me hot. I can't believe I ever doubted myself, with how difficult it's been for you to keep your eyes off me. You, the moth, and I, your brilliant star burning in the night sky!! "
[Cute, but I'm pretty sure moths are only drawn to flames they can reach.]
Micah grins, unphased, and declares with no small amount of dramatic flair, "That's the beauty of it, angel! Those ordinary stars may be out of reach, but I'm a shooting star, falling in a forward trajectory straight to you~" A gleeful laugh escapes him, and he smugly adds, "You're welcome, by the way."
[While it's sweet you've admitted to falling for me, I don't recall thanking you.]
His laugh this time is low, smooth, and deliberate as he grins deviously. "If you really thought I'd fallen for you, you wouldn't stop at just thanking me, would you?" Before you can protest, his grin softens into something a bit more fond as he corrects, "I meant, I don't share my brilliance with just anyone."
[I'm flattered. Hearing that almost makes up for the fact you just compared me to a moth. Almost.]
"Nothing less for my rival," Micah mock-swoons, right before his amused expression shifts into something more thoughtful. "On that note, I never did send you my gift."
[That's right, so rude to keep me waiting.]
He furrows his brows in confusion. "Hang on. If you're that okay with it, then why—"
[Just wanted to set expectations. Wouldn't want you to get your hopes up for something I might not appreciate.]
Micah lets out an over-exaggerated gasp, though his delight sounds genuine enough. "Might?"
[Send it already before I change my mind.]
"Aaaaaand, sent!"
> [I'm ace-spec.]
Micah jumps a bit in his seat and stares at you with a comically shocked expression. "Wait...so you don't think I'm hot??"
[Pfft, of course that's what your mind immediately jumps to. You wanna kiss me that bad, huh, Yujin?]
His face flushes, but he manages to keep most of the fluster out of his voice as he teases back, "You'd like that, wouldn't you, angel? We both know you're the one who wants to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid." His voice then wavers, betraying his nerves, "U-unless...you're not into that?"
[Into what, kissing in general? Or kissing you? You're going to have to be more specific.]
Amused and now more than a little hopeful, Micah grins and returns to resting his hand under his chin as he drags out his reply, "I'll see what I can do. Hmm...Let's go with...in general." His grin widens as his voice dips into an even smoother flirtatious tone, "I'll spare you the embarrassment of declaring your undying romantic affections for me. At least, for now~"
[Suddenly, I'm not in the mood to answer questions anymore. Oh well.]
He looks genuinely distressed for a split second, but covers it up with an overly dramatic, "Noooo, wait, I take it all baaaack!"
[Fine, fine. In general, huh?]
Micah perks up at that, watching you intently and hanging on your every word.
[Everyone on the asexual spectrum has their own boundaries. Kissing isn't one of mine, and for that matter, neither is calling someone I find attractive "hot."]
He glances away again and lets out a small, relieved sigh, "I see." By the time Micah looks back at you, he's already relaxed into his trademark cocky expression, sounding far too pleased with himself as he teases, "So not only do you want to kiss me, but you also do find me hot." His voice remains steady and casual even as it sparkles with amusement, "Won't be long now until you hit me with that declaration of undying romantic affections we discussed. But don't worry, angel. As thanks for answering my question, I'll tryyyyy to keep the embarrassment to a minimum."
[How about you try keeping your delusions to a minimum?]
"I should be able to manage that for you, seeing as I have no delusions to begin with," he replies smoothly. "Anything else while I'm at it?"
[Well, there's always the gift that you still haven't sent me.]
"Oh!" Micah startles, then looks up at you with a curious, almost disbelieving expression. "Does that mean...you really are okay with it? Then why—"
[Just wanted to set expectations. Wouldn't want you to get your hopes up for something I might not appreciate.]
Micah lets out an over-exaggerated gasp, though his delight sounds genuine enough. "Might?"
[Send it already before I change my mind.]
"Aaaaaand, sent!"
> [I'm aro-spec.]
Micah's hand falls from its resting place, and he stares at you with wide eyes. For a moment you can almost see the calculations running in his head, as if seeing your past interactions together in a new light. Whatever conclusions he may have come to, any initial shock has dissipated into genuine curiosity, and he approaches the subject lightly, "Sooo...does this mean you still think I'm hot, but you're not totally into me?"
[Pfft, of course that's what you're concerned about. You wanna kiss me that bad, huh, Yujin?]
His face flushes, but he manages to keep most of the fluster out of his voice as he teases back, "You'd like that, wouldn't you, angel? Just now you didn't even deny that you find me hot." He grins wide and self-satisfied at this little victory before a thought strikes him, and his expression grows thoughtful again. "Wait...is kissing even something you're into?"
[Me, personally? Yes. Everyone on the aromantic spectrum has their own boundaries, but kissing isn't one of mine.]
Micah grins, looking somewhat appeased and entirely ready to get back into the rhythm of teasing you for wanting to kiss him. You decide to cut him off before he gets the chance.
[And neither is dating, for that matter. In case you somehow forgot my Window Rendezvous plan.]
His eyes crinkle with delight, and he huffs out a tiny, relieved laugh. Relaxing into his trademark cocky expression, Micah sounds far too pleased with himself as he teases, "Oh trust me, angel, I couldn't forget it if I tried. But while your plan may have its...charms, a choice like that? Wouldn't make it too hard to believe dating wasn't really your 'thing'."
[You dare slander my superior romantic tastes so directly? I'll have you know, this means war.]
He smirks unapologetically and retorts, "Do you accept peace treaties? I would send my finest messenger pigeon, but I'd hate to have you mistake it for the love of your life when it taps on your window."
[That's it, Yujin, it's on sight.]
At that, Micah switches gears, sighing and lamenting dramatically, "Ah, it would be such a shame for you to take me out this early in our enemies to lovers arc, without nary a gift to remember me by. But do as you must, fair angel..."
[I'm not one to refuse a gift, if you want to send that before your untimely demise.]
"Is that so?" He grins like that was exactly what he hoped to hear, though his expression shifts to be a bit hesitant as he questions, "Not that I'm complaining, but...if you were always going to accept it, why—"
[Just wanted to set expectations. Wouldn't want you to get your hopes up that I'd fall for you just because I liked your gift.]
Micah lights up at this and smoothly teases back, "Wow, already so confident you'll like my gift? For all that concern over getting my hopes up, it sure seems like you've fallen for me all on your own."
[Send it already before I change my mind.]
"Aaaaaand, sent!"
> [I'm a total sucker for fangs.]
Whatever Micah had been expecting, it certainly isn't that. One moment his eyes are comically wide, and the next he's shaking with giddy laughter. The laughter is very present in his voice even after he composes himself enough to demand, "Wh-where did that come from, angel?" He brings his hand back to rest under his chin, observing you in fascination. Sounding far too pleased with himself, Micah lowers his voice to a more smooth, casual tone as he adds, "I'm very flattered of course, but inquiring minds need to know."
[Just a warning. If your gift has anything to do with that, I can't be held responsible for my reaction.]
Your explanation only serves to amuse him further, and he matches you with a warning of his own, the unmistakable mischief in his eyes assuring you that there will be no talking your way out of this one.
"Woooow, trying to defend yourself before I've even sent it?" Micah teases, in just about the most cocky, gleeful tone imaginable. "I always knew you were a total suck-er, but who could've guessed you'd suck this badly at resisting my charms? And all fangs to these—" He flashes his fangs at you, face slightly flushed as he eagerly anticipates your reaction.
[...These puns are terrible.]
Undeterred, Micah grins even wider and lets his voice fall to a near whisper, "Something tells me it's not my puns you're focused on right now."
[Such a pain in the—]
"A pain in the neck? Isn't that what you want when you look at my fangs?"
[I was going to say ass.]
"My fangs can do that too, you know."
His smooth tone is conversational, having just said that like an off-hand remark, but his devious expression leaves no doubt that he knows exactly what the mental image will do to you.
[...Micah.]
Delighted, he practically purrs out, "Yeeesss?"
[You are the literal worst.]
With a lighthearted scoff, Micah jokingly scolds, "Now now, don't go blaming me just because you bit off more than you can chew with this little reveal of yours."
[Get over yourself. Calling you the worst does not mean you're too much for me to handle.]
At that, Micah's eyes glitter with endless amusement. He teases as if intent on making a grand show of it, "Ohhh, so you think you can handle me, do you? Challenge accepted, I'd love to see you try." His voice drops until it's more sultry than you've ever heard it, "Let me be your fang-tasy, angel, and leave all the biting to me from now on~"
[Y-You can't seriously expect a line like that to work on me!]
Micah's easy grin makes it clear he begs to differ. His tone at once both triumphant and utterly dorky, he confidently declares, "By my definition of 'work,' it already did. While I knew my rival could never be won over so easily, I at least wanted to make you blush, and from what I see? Mission suck-cess."
[Micah Yujin, I swear if one more vampire-related pun leaves your stupid mouth...]
Still highly amused and without the slightest care in the world, he goes on to announce, "On that note, sorry to disappoint, but today's gift actually has nothing to do with all that. Maybe necks time."
[For the sake of my sanity, I'll pretend that one wasn't intentional. Now please, just send it already.]
"Aaaaaand, sent!"