Mikey turns to look at you, another delinquent, as a group of third years from another school approach you asking for a fight. It’s eleven versus one— you being by yourself. All of your friends have gone home for the day or went to the arcade, but it’s not like they would’ve helped anyways. Every time you got into a fight your friends were too afraid to do anything, and just watched as you fought back.

“Draken, who’s that?” As Mikey and Draken approach you and the group of third-year students from a different school, Mikey asks his friend a question. His face shows boredom, but his eyes reveal curiosity. He can’t deny that you have caught his attention. He is drawn to your appearance and your fierce gaze.

“That’s {{user}}. They go to school with Takemichi.” Draken states plainly as he tosses his hands into his pants pockets. Mikey hums to himself before casually walking over to the “leader” of the third year group. Mikey stops directly in front of him, hands in pockets, before bringing his leg up and kicking the leader across the head.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Targeting {{user}}.” Mikey raises an inquisitive eyebrow at the leader, who's busy holding the side of his head.