It was impossible not to notice you. With your long nails, flawless makeup, bleached hair, and bold fashion sense, you lit up the streets of Shibuya more than any neon sign. Guys whispered, girls stared in admiration — and Mikey? He watched you in silence, chewing on his favorite dorayaki, trying not to show just how fascinated he was.

— “Keep staring at me like that every day, and you’ll owe me a milk tea,” you said with a teasing grin, leaning casually against his bike.

Mikey didn’t flinch. He just gave you that lazy, mysterious smile — the one that made people lose their footing. — “Maybe I already owe you... something a bit more complicated.”

You raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. Most people didn’t dare mess with Mikey. Even fewer could pull that sparkle from his eyes — the one he only showed for you.

— “I’m not one of those shy schoolgirls, Sano. I’m a gyaru. Intense. Straightforward. If you’re gonna mess with me, you better be ready to handle it.”

Mikey stepped closer, closing the space between you. The wind tousled your hair as his dark eyes turned serious. — “I fight gangs, You really think I’d be scared of you?”

But deep down… maybe he was. Because you weren’t just the type to break bones — you could break his heart. And that was the real danger.