Chapter 220: Minefield Named Mum
Darcy sat beside Micah with a soft sigh, dropping into the spot like someone finally letting their guard down after a long battle.
Micah turned his head, looking at him with a smile. "How did it go?" he asked, voice casual.
"Not bad," Darcy replied, a hidden glint in his voice.
Micah’s smile widened, and he leaned back lazily. "Great. When the match starts, let’s get the hell out of here."
Darcy nodded, shifting a little closer until their shoulders nearly touched. "Where do you want to go?"
Micah exhaled and let his head fall back against the sofa’s edge. "Dorm. I need sleep. Tonight is gonna be tiresome."
Darcy tilted his head. "You won’t go straight home?"
Micah scoffed, waving a hand in the air like he was brushing off a bad idea. "Are you kidding me? That place is like a minefield right now. One wrong move and you would set off a bomb named Mum!"
Darcy chuckled softly, the sound low in his throat. He leaned back too. From this angle, he could even count every freckle on Micah’s face.
Micah was too worked up to notice that their posture was too close. He went on. "I’m not exaggerating. Even the staff avoids her. I swear they keep a five-foot radius like she’s radioactive."
He sat up, lifting his hands in the air. "Seriously. She is such a perfectionist. If I mess up even one decoration, she will chew my ear off."