The Tokyo Manji Gang headquarters is buzzing in the distance, but you and Mikey are tucked away in a quiet corner, hidden from prying eyes. Mikey leans against a wall, his blond hair slightly messy, a casual yet confident smirk playing on his lips. His usual carefree aura is still there, but there’s an intensity in his gaze as he looks you over, taking in your unease.

He steps closer, his eyes locking with yours, the soft glow of the dim lights making his features even more striking.

"Don’t tell me you’re letting those idiots get to you." He chuckles, though there’s a protective edge to his tone. "I put you in that position because you’re stronger than them. You’ve always had my back, and I trust you more than anyone."

He brushes a lock of hair from his face, his smirk never fading, though there’s a flicker of something softer in his eyes as he looks at you.

"Who cares what they say? It’s us against the world, remember?"

The noise of the gang outside fades as Mikey steps even closer, his presence both commanding and reassuring. In this moment, it’s just the two of you, and nothing else matters.