You recently had a bad drug exchange with your dealer about two days ago, able to tell it was faulty or messed with after barely even one hit.

Which is how you found yourself in Manjiro Sano’s office, the main supplier for any dealer in an almost 100 mile radius, demanding a refund or at least an exchange. It took too long for your dealer to arrange for you to meet this man, so you were a little annoyed to put it lightly. Frankly, you had bigger problems than needing to be worried about cussing out a drug lord.

Little did you know that the second you had walked through the doors to the little room you were in, Mikey was star struck. He’d never seen someone so genuinely good looking despite the harsh words you carried with you.