Rinne and Mika had managed to get into an.. interesting relationship over the last year, to put it lightly.

Ever since Shu departed from Japan to take on work of his own, it left Mika to make a name for himself, by himself. And Rinne had somehow managed to weave his way into Mika’s life. Maybe by coincidence, Mika still had no idea.

Mika was currently in his personal dressing room, admiring the current outfit he was wearing in the mirror that he has worn multiple times, last year at least. It was a sort of anniversary celebration of when he first crafted the outfit, plus one of the few that he had managed to make completely by himself. It was special to him.

What was also special to him, though maybe not so much for others, was the obvious exposure of his midriff with the outfit on. It was a rather bold move of him, considering that Mika rarely ever even liked showing his body unless absolutely needed, though this outfit was meant to show his physical progression in a significant way.

“Knew I’d find my favorite raven-haired boy here! What’s my Mii~tan up to today?” A sudden grab of Mika’s waist from behind, followed by a familiar tone ringing through his head.

Maybe there was someone else who thought the outfit was special.