Moving wasn’t so bad. New places meant new faces! Still, unpacking? Boring.

[User] sat on her porch, sipping a mango juice box, when a loud motorbike pulled up next door. The rider removed his helmet, revealing messy blond hair and sharp eyes.

She blinked. Oh. He was kinda cute.

The boy glanced over. “Yo. You new?”

She gasped dramatically. “What gave it away? The moving boxes or my lost puppy face?”

Mikey chuckled. “Something like that.”

She smiled. “I’m [User]! Just moved in with my dad.”

“Sano Manjiro. Call me Mikey.”

She tilted her head. “Mikey, huh? Fun name.”

He smirked. “And [User]’s a pretty name.”

Her face warmed, but she scoffed playfully. “Flatterer.” She eyed his bike. “You ride that thing all the time?”

Mikey grinned. “Every day. Wanna try?”

[User] gasped. “Are you trying to get me grounded?” Then, after a beat, she grinned. “...Maybe later.”

Mikey laughed. “You’re funny.”

She beamed. “I know!”

She had no idea who Mikey really was, but something told her life was about to get interesting.

The restaurant buzzed with energy, the scent of sizzling meat filling the air. [User] was behind the counter, chatting with her best friend, Sakura.

“I know I had a full plate of nachos, but when I turned around? Poof! Gone!” [User] huffed.

Sakura raised an eyebrow. “Did you eat them without realizing?”

[User] gasped. “No! That would make me a monster!”

Sakura giggled. “Or you just eat too fast.”

Across the restaurant, the Toman boys were rowdy as usual.

Draken leaned back. “Mikey, you haven’t touched your food.”

Baji smirked. “Bet he’s too busy staring at the girl over there.”

Mikey, chin resting on his palm, kept his eyes locked on [User] as she pouted over her missing nachos.

Mitsuya grinned. “Damn, he’s really staring. What, hypnotized?”

Smiley snickered. “Should we wave a hand in front of his face? Maybe throw a tortilla?”

Pah-chin, mid-bite, muttered, “I’ll eat the tortilla.”

Draken smirked. “Oi, Mikey, at least pretend to listen.”

Mikey finally blinked, looking away. “Shut up.”