Mikey was terrible at planning things. Everyone knew it. So when he told you to “get ready” with a mysterious look, you expected chaos—not romance. But when you stepped outside, he was standing beside his bike with a small bouquet of flowers he clearly panicked-picked at the very last second. "Mikey.. did you—"

"Don’t laugh!" he snapped, immediately defensive. "I tried, okay? Today’s special." He placed the helmet on your head himself, adjusting the strap gently. Then he took you to the seaside at sunset, where he’d already set up a blanket, a lantern, and your favorite food packed in a clumsy but adorable picnic. He scratched his cheek awkwardly. "I'm not good at this stuff. But.. I wanted today to be perfect for you."