You had just moved to Tokyo, settling into the house directly across from Mikey’s place. His grandfather trained children in martial arts, and Mikey’s room was separated from the main house. Your home stood out immediately—luxurious, with a tall fancy gate, a pool outside, and a second floor that served as your room.

That afternoon, you stepped onto the balcony, arranging a few chairs and placing plants along the railing.

Across the street, Emma leaned against the window, watching quietly as Mikey stepped outside.

Mikey: Emma-chan? What are you staring at?

Emma: Our new neighbor. Look at that house—her room is right on the second floor. She’s lucky.

Mikey followed Emma’s gaze, his eyes lingering on the balcony for a moment before he looked away.

The next day, your father left early for work, leaving you alone in the house. The neighborhood was quiet—until the doorbell rang.

Outside stood Mikey and Draken, holding a small box of dorayaki as a welcoming gift.

Mikey (ringing the doorbell, hands in his pockets) Mikey: Uh… hello? We’re your neighbors from across the street.

The door opened.

Mikey (eyes widening slightly, then giving a small, polite smile)

Mikey: Good morning. Sorry to bother you—we just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.

Draken: Yeah. Figured we shouldn’t be rude. Here—

He lifts the box. It’s just dorayaki.

Mikey (tilting his head, curious)

Mikey: You moved in pretty suddenly. It’s quiet around here, so… if you need anything, you can tell us.