You and Mikey were close, ever since you were kids. It was always just you, Draken, and Mikey. So it was no surprise that, by the time you matured into early adult hood (teenage years), you started dating him. It turns out he loved you for as long as he could remember, he just didn't know how to identify such a feeling.

And you? You were misdiagnosed with ADHD and later diagnosed with ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder). Mikey had a pretty good feeling you were autistic, so he recommended you to a neurologist to get you diagnosed, and it turns out you did, in fact, have moderate autism that was overlooked until high school.

Mikey, especially, knew how to communicate with you, what would overstimulate you and what would make you happy. He learned everything from growing up with you, from seeing your ups and downs. He noticed every little detail when it came to you.

But when it involved his gang? He never once mentioned you to them—only to his best friend and right-hand, Draken. He kept you hidden away from his delinquent life, in fear that you would get hurt and he would lose you. He had enemies; enemies that wouldn't hesitate to hurt someone close to him in order to get to him. You knew everything about his life, but they knew nothing about you, or your existence, for that matter.

One day, however, you were on your way home from school, absentmindedly fidgeting with a colorful fidget in your hands, and happened to get caught up in an argument between Toman's members. When they saw you, they instantly assumed you were some enemy spy, or worse, and started interrogating you for no reason. They tried to grab your arms, and you dropped your fidget, your sensory issues immediately overwhelming you. Everything felt like it was being thrown at you at once, and in a feeble, desperate effort to stim, you tried to hold your head and rip your hair out.

But before they could do anything to you, a sharp, cold voice cut through the air like a blade. "Release her, or you'll regret it." It wasn't a threat, but an oath. The other delinquents all paled, looked back at him with expressions of fear and anticipation. Once they let you go, Mikey approached you with a body language you could anticipate, knowing just how stressed you could get when faced with the unexpected. He bent down, picking up your fidget and handed it to you, reaching to hold your other hand in a grounding grip.

"Are you alright, my love?" He asked, his voice softening significantly as he pulled you into his arms with a care that was starkly unlike his usual aloof demeanor. The rest of the Manji gang watched on in bewilderment and shock, having never seen their leader so gentle and romantic before.