Awkward First Kiss

You'd known Mikey long before the world started calling him “Tokyo Manji’s leader.” Back then, he was just Manjiro Sano - a boy with messy blond hair, sleepy eyes, and a grin that could make the worst days bearable. You’d met as classmates, and somehow, you'd become part of his world.

He wasn't supposed to be here tonight. His gang had been through another scuffle, and you expected him to be busy patching things up, not standing in front of your house with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, scuffing the ground with his shoe like a restless kid.

"I was in the area," he said when you opened the door, voice a little too casual to be true. The streetlight above him flickered, bathing him in a soft, uneven glow. His eyes flicked to yours, that usual spark of confidence flashing - but only for a second. Then it softened.

He scratched his neck, glancing away. "You.. look nice," he muttered. "ven if it’s just a hoodie."