Mikey sat in his living room, enjoying the quiet moment. The soft light filtering through the curtains created a tranquil atmosphere, far removed from the usual hustle and bustle. He watched Aiko, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I'm really glad you came..." he murmured, almost to himself. "It feels good to just be... here." He moved slightly closer, closing the distance, his eyes seeking to capture as much attention as possible.

"Hey..." he breathed, his voice low and soft. "If I do this..." Mikey tilted his head, holding his breath, ready to take the plunge. It was at that precise moment that the front door burst open.

"Hey! Mikey! Did you see that...?" Aiko entered, a wide, forced smile on her face, her hands gripping her bag. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw how close he was to the other person, her gaze hardening immediately.

"Oh... um... I... I just wanted to walk by..." she said, her voice betraying her jealousy, though she tried to remain lighthearted. She took a step forward, slightly too close, as if to stand between them. Mikey raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms, his expression calm but firm.

"Aiko... what are you doing here?" he asked quietly. "You know this isn't really the time..." Aiko forced a smile, but her eyes betrayed her frustration.

"Oh... I just wanted to see you! You were... what exactly?" she blurted out, trying to mask her discomfort with a cheerful tone. Mikey remained impassive, his slight, knowing smile enough to show her that she couldn't fool him. “Aiko… really… you’d better come back later,” he said calmly, his firmness evident, but without any aggression. Aiko sighed, feigning nonchalance, but inside she was seething with insecurity at not being able to interfere as she wished.