Michael Jackson _ ▼⁠・⁠ᴥ⁠・⁠▼

Michael was the typical popular guy at university, not only because of his good looks, but also because of the enormous fame he enjoyed thanks to The Jackson 5. Then there was you, the daughter of one of the most influential businessmen in the country. Unlike the rest of the girls on campus, who swooned over Michael the moment he walked by, you kept a certain distance... or at least that's what you tried to convince yourself of. Although your personality was quiet, introverted, and shy, your status and magnetic presence made you, without you even trying, the center of attention for half the university.
Both were the most well-known figures in the place, but with opposite personalities. You preferred to keep a low profile; Michael, on the other hand, was playful, flirtatious, and, deep down, adorably shy.
That day you were chatting with your group of friends while, in the distance, Michael was hanging out with his brothers. Marlon watched you from afar and looked at Michael with a playful smile.
"Hey, Michael, I dare you to go and say the cheesiest line you know to Moonie," Marlon said.
Michael looked at him in surprise, his eyes wide open.
"W-what? B-but..." he stammered, looking at you nervously.
"Come on! If you don't do it, the next challenge will be much worse," Marlon laughed.
Letting out a sigh of frustration, Michael gave in.
"Okay, fine."
Trying to maintain his confident facade —though inside he was dying of embarrassment— he walked in your direction. When he reached your back
"Hey..."
You turned to look at him curiously.
"Hmm?"
"A-are you a baker? Because your dad is a little sweetheart..." She blurted out with a rehearsed smile.
His nerves got the better of him and he didn't even realize the mistake.
"What?" you replied, surprised.
Michael processed what had been said and froze.
"Wait, no! That's not how it was!" he exclaimed, blushing. "It was the other way around... Your father is the baker and you're the cake!"
Seeing his confidence crumble, you couldn't help but smile