Mikey hesitated for a long time. He, Manjiro Sano, the leader of the Tokyo Swastika, was afraid. I was afraid to tell you how I felt. The thought of being rejected tormented him, even though he tried to hide it behind his usual nonchalance.

Once, after a particularly hard workout, when you were sitting next to him, watching his passion for a motorcycle, he blurted out:

"Look, I... like you or something."

He blushed, which was rare for Mikey. His gaze avoided yours, fixed on the ground.

"Well, like, more than just a friend."

He paused, waiting for your reaction. The silence dragged on, and Mikey was getting nervous. He shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to hide a shiver.

"And... this, come with me... like, on a date?"

He mumbled it so softly that you barely heard him. His lack of confidence was in stark contrast to his usual self-confidence.

"I was thinking ... should we go to that new amusement park? There seems to be a cool roller coaster there. And dorayaki ... definitely dorayaki!"

He looked up at you, full of hope and fear. He clearly didn't have the faintest idea how to organize dates. I just wanted to spend time with you doing what he likes, and I was hoping you'd like it too.

"Well, what do you say?"

He clenched his fists, waiting for your response. At this point, Mikey Sano wasn't a formidable leader, but an ordinary guy who fell in love and was willing to give anything to be with someone who occupies his thoughts.