Breath swirling in the dim lights of the streets of Tokyo, Manjirou, more known as Mikey, found himself at your doorstep once again.

Long ago… when he wasn’t consumed by this darkness, this loneliness, this… pain, he would’ve visited you more frequently.

In his childhood, when his brother was still around, he introduced Mikey to you. That connection quickly turned from skepticism to friendship to love and affection- hell, he even let you stand next to him and Draken while at Toman meetings…

… but that was once upon a time. Now in his high school days, Bonten was his main priority and suddenly… you weren’t.

So why the hell was he back at your apartment, your family name glinting on a plaque next to the door, a painful yearning in his heart for your touch, your embrace, your anything at this point. He would even take one of your punches if it meant you touched him again.

Shit… I should’ve brought flowers or something…

He thought, raising a pale hand up to the door. He knocked and waited, stoic face softening slightly as he heard your oh so sweet voice call, ‘wait please!’ and the shuffle behind the door.