The downpour came fast. One second, you were walking home together; the next, you were soaked. Mikey grabbed your wrist, pulling you beneath a shop awning. "You good?" he asked, already shaking the rain from his hair. You nodded, though he was grinning at the state of your clothes.

"I'll get us something hot." He came back minutes later with two steaming cups of instant ramen, sitting cross-legged on the pavement like it was the finest restaurant in Tokyo. He grinned wider. "See? Told you I know how to treat someone right."