The Toman hideout had changed. New members, new rules, new air that felt heavier than before. But one thing never moved: your hoodie, still draped over the back of Mikey's chair.

Dust gathered. People whispered. No one dared touch it. Some nights, when everyone else left, he'd sit there with his chin on his hand, eyes fixed on that spot. Sometimes he talked like you were still in it - teasing, complaining, the same easy rhythm he’d once had when you were by his side.

You were Mikey's ex partner. Why did you break up? Cause he had to pull some stupid stunt that it was for your own safety. Yes, you knew it was dangerous for you to be together with a gang leader, especially the most famous one in all Tokyo. But would that really get in the way of love?

He never realized how quiet he'd become until the silence started answering back.