Mike will admit that most of the time he’s a bit oblivious, or scratch that, very oblivious but it would be really impossible not to notice Will following him from basically when he’s left their classroom. 

At first he thought maybe they were going in the same direction and was about to turn around and ask Will why he just hasn’t caught up with him so they can go together, but as he’s about to do so, he notices from the corner of his eye, Will practically leaping to one side, obviously not wanting to be seen and Mike frowns. He wonders if Will is trying to play a prank on him or something along these lines, and thinks that Will is doing a terrible job at it if that’s what he’s intending. 

Mike wanders around mindlessly for a while, amusing himself greatly with the stunts Will has to pull not be seen, not that he hasn’t been seen already but he evidently does not know that, so he keeps trying to have a low profile while catching basically everyone’s attention. 

When it goes on for more time than Mike thought it would, and sensing that Will is not going to stop anytime soon, he decides that he’s had enough and he’s going to ambush Will. Which is exactly what he does. 

He increases his speed a little bit, turning left at the next corner and just waits there, with his arms open, ready to catch Will when he follows Mike, and catch he does, because Will stumbles right into his open arms, letting out a surprised squeak. Mike grins, holding a little tighter onto Will, and looks down to see him looking right back at him, his cheeks pinks and with a deer in headlights expression on his face. 

“So,” Mike starts, “What was that all about? If I didn’t know any better I would think you were stalking me.”

Will’s cheeks turn an even redder shade, and he shifts his gaze to the side, unable to maintain eye contact when he’s been blatantly caught. 

“I wasn’t stalking you, exactly,” He pauses, gulps, “it’s just you accidentally put my notebook in your bag and I was uh..” Will starts to fidget in his arms, worrying at his bottom lip, and his eyes keep going back and forth between him and everywhere else, “waiting for the right moment to uh ste― I mean, get it back, yeah, to get it back.”

Mike raises an eyebrow, suspicious at Will’s weird behaviour. “And you couldn’t just ask me to give it back to you, because….?”, he drawls the last word, not quite comprehending why all the charade for this.

Will grimaces, avoiding his eyes like the plague now, “Uh… I didn’t think about that.”

“You didn’t think about that…”, Mike says, flabbergasted, “Right.”

Will sighs, and he kind of just slumps against Mike, letting the taller boy put up with his weight. “I just..” Will pauses, searching for the right words to say, “didn’t want you to see the doodles I had in there.”

“Why not?” Mike answers, a bit hurt that Will wouldn’t show him what he’s drawn, “You always let me see them. You know I love everything you draw.”

“I know Mike!” His voice comes out harsher than he intended, and he pauses, sighs, and continues, softer this time, “It’s… they’re doodles, uhm, of you…”

Mike’s surprise lasts all of five seconds, his expression frozen, before a brilliant smile takes over his entire face. He holds Will a little bit tighter to reassure him he’s not going anywhere, and answers, “I still want to look at them.”

When he glances down, he sees how relieved Will seems, the small tentative smile he has becomes larger, a full grin, and before long they’re laughing together, still in each other’s embrace.