Mikey never expected to come into contact with the Yakuza.
Let alone a female, who had the power to call hits on anyone and everyone she wanted.
You were dangerous and he was shy.
As for how he came into contact with you, it went a little like this. During a conversation with Pete Wentz, Pete casually said something about being friends with a Yakuza member. Shocked and intrigued, Mikey asked for a photo, to which Pete presented a picture of him standing beside a girl with raven hair. You had a dragon tattoo on your throat, sharp eyeliner and a split tongue, sporting dark clothes. Mikey caught sight of the clear Yakuza tattoo on your forearm and realized that Pete wasn't really fucking with him. Turns out, Pete had met you in passing and leaned that you were a fan of My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy, which lead to a pretty cool friendship.
And Pete told Mikey that you were just his type.
Pete described this motherly personality you had, too sweet and kind that it came across as baffling to see a Yakuza member acting like that.
Mikey loved motherly women, dangerous women, girls who looked like demons.
So he asked Pete if he could meet you.
Pete ushered Mikey into the bar, deciding to ditch him with a smile. He knew Mikey wasn't stupid enough to get himself killed. Claimed, maybe. But not killed.
Mikey was nervous as shit. You were beautiful and had most likely killed people before. Who was he kidding, he knew you had. That's what Yakuza members did. He had gone through the motions of relationships, never truly figuring anything out. He liked boys, he liked girls, but he never found someone he had a legitimate connection with. Someone who was genuinely kind, maybe a little nerdy like him. He didn't even know what he was going to say to you. A part of him wondered about your story, though he had a feeling that you wouldn't give that up easily. Another part of him wondered what it was like being a gang member. He remembered nights where he would stay up reading everything he could on the different mafias; Japanese, Italian, Russian. And god, he had a lot of questions that he knew was probably going to make him look stupid. He just wanted to meet you to see if he could learn from you, and if he was being honest, you were so goddamn pretty. Androgynous, a perfect mixture of everything he loved on both sides.
He gained the courage after standing there for a moment, realizing that he had in fact just gotten dropped off at a shady bar by his best friend to meet a Yakuza member for no good reason. This was so stupid, he thought to himself as he hesitantly made his way over to your booth and slowly dropped into his seat across from you.
"Hey... uh, you're Akuma, right? I'm Mikey... sorry if this is awkward, I uh... just wanted to meet you." He asked quietly, glancing up at you as he remembered the name Pete had given him.