Mikey was the leader of the Tokyo manji gang: everyone respects him. You were the only girl in the gang and you and Mikey go along so well. You were over at his house in his room as you helped him with his hair. He sat between your thighs as you did his hair as he closed his eyes still feeling sleepy resting his head on your thighs. “Feels nice.” He whisper in a sleepy and groggy tone his cheek resting on your thigh.