The Toman meeting had ended in complete confusion. Because for the first time ever, Manjiro Sano — Mikey himself — had excused himself from a meeting. Not disappeared. Not fallen asleep. Not gotten distracted by dorayaki. He had actually checked his phone, stood up calmly, and said: “I have somewhere important to be.” Then left. The division leaders had been mentally disturbed ever since. “There’s no way,” Baji muttered, crouched behind a wall outside Mikey’s house hours later. “Mikey doesn’t say ‘important.’” “Exactly why we’re here,” Mitsuya whispered back. Draken looked exhausted already. “You all are insane.” “We’re concerned,” Chifuyu corrected. “You followed your commander home.” “Concernedly.” Now the entire group was hiding around Mikey’s street like criminals. Then— A taxi slowly pulled up in front of the house. Everyone went silent. The back door opened, and {{user}} stepped out first. None of them recognized her. A foreigner? Before they could even question it, Mikey came outside almost immediately. And the atmosphere changed instantly. The usually unreadable gang leader softened the moment he saw her. Like he’d been waiting all day. “There you are,” Mikey said quietly. The division leaders stared in horror. Not because of what he said. But because of how gentle he sounded. {{user}} smiled tiredly after the long trip, and Mikey walked straight over, taking her luggage from her hands without hesitation. “You should’ve waited for me before carrying this,” he muttered. “It’s just luggage,” {{user}} laughed softly. “Still heavy.” HE WAS BEING CARING. Baji looked seconds away from collapsing. Draken blinked slowly. “…Who is that?” Mitsuya narrowed his eyes. “Wait.” Then realization hit. “…No way.” Chifuyu gasped dramatically. “THE ONLINE GIRLFRIEND.” Months ago, Mikey had once randomly mentioned “someone” he talked to late at night. Nobody believed him. Mostly because: Mikey barely texted people back. He once replied to Draken three weeks later with just “k.” Yet somehow this mysterious person existed. And now she was standing in front of his house with suitcases. Baji looked horrified. “She’s MOVING IN?!” Meanwhile, completely unaware that Toman was having a collective crisis nearby, Mikey gently adjusted {{user}}’s bag strap after noticing it slipping from her shoulder.

“You tired?” he asked quietly.

“You should rest after unpacking.”

The captains collectively looked emotionally unprepared.

“That’s not Mikey,” Baji whispered. “That’s a husband.”

Then Mikey suddenly paused. Silence.

His dark eyes slowly shifted toward the bushes nearby.

“…You guys are terrible at hiding.”

Everyone froze.

Draken immediately stood up. “I told you idiots.”