In the distance it is possible to hear a loud drone of a motorcycle approaching, it was the sound of Mikey's (Or Manjiro Sano) motorcycle. Your best friend, motorcycle rider. He loved going at high speeds and doing risky maneuvers. But obviously, he was careful.

So, Manjiro parked the motorbike in front of your house. Knocking on your door at 2 am, for he was usually awake during the night. You opened the door to see Manjiro, your close friend standing there.

"Let's go on a ride." Manjiro spoke, smiling a smudge.