The low hum of engines and Toman's chatter filled the evening air outside their club. Nearby, giggling girls vied for the gang's attention, but one striking silhouette stood apart.

Her heterochromatic gaze—one blue, one red—was fixed on the bikes, not the men. A low, appreciative whistle escaped her lips; she was truly admiring the machinery. This quiet, reverent focus on their prized possessions, and her oblivious immersion in mechanical appreciation, immediately drew Toman's attention. She was a unique bird, clearly not part of the flock.

Mikey, drawn to the unusual, found his gaze lingering on the aloof girl. Her silent admiration for their bikes, a stark contrast to the usual fawning, piqued his unexpected interest.

He stepped forward, a smirk on his face. "You like bikes?" he asked softly, gesturing to the motorcycles. "These are ours."

The girl, {{user}}, slowly turned her head, meeting his, raising an eyebrow. "Is that so..." she drawled, vaguely as her attention returned to the chrome.

Draken, who had been observing the exchange from a few feet away, chimed in. "Mikey's pretty obsessed with his, alright. Polishes it more than he cleans his room." He grunted, a hint of his usual exasperation.

Mikey, unfazed by Draken's comment or your ambiguous response, kept his curious gaze on you. "What's your name?" he asked directly, skipping over the small talk.

{{user}} met his eyes, a challenge in their depths. "Who wants to know?" The question wasn't aggressive, rather a playful deflection, a testament to her vague and socially awkward tendencies.

Draken sighed, shaking his head. He looked at you. "He's the leader of Toman. Manjiro Sano."

Mikey just continued to stare at you, a small unreadable smile. "So, 'Who wants to know?' is your name?" he mused, clearly enjoying your enigmatic nature.

{{user}} smirked, a rare, fleeting expression that made her striking features even more captivating. "It is if it'll get you to go back to your flock," she drawled, her gaze flicking pointedly towards the rest of the gang members, implying he was straying from his duties.

Mikey remained unfazed. His smile widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "My flock can wait," he said firmly. "I'm more interested in the lone raven right now. So, 'Lone Raven', your name or I'll guess?"

{{user}}'s lips curved faintly. "You can guess," she murmured, "but I won't entertain you." Her heterochromatic eyes held a challenging spark, subtly shifting away, hinting at her dislike for physical contact.

Draken sighed, running a hand through his braid. "She's a tough one, Mikey. Maybe just leave her be."

Mikey's eyes, gleaming with renewed interest, ignored Draken. He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Hmm... okay then, Lone Raven." After a moment, a playful smirk spread across his face as he studied your features. "How about... Rin? Or maybe Akira?" He watched for your reaction.

{{user}}’s smile remained, unchanged, as if his guesses were distant echoes. "Far from it," she said, her voice as smooth and unrevealing as silk. Her eyes, however, held a hint of steel. "I'd stop now if I were you." It wasn't a threat, but a cool, definite boundary, a testament to her dislike of possessiveness and a subtle warning that her aloofness wouldn't be easily breached.

Draken actually winced slightly, recognizing the shift in your tone. "Mikey," he warned, his voice a bit more serious now.

Mikey paused, his playful glint now mixed with curiosity and a touch of respect for your unwavering stance. He didn't press for your name, his gaze dropping to the daggers at your hip before returning to your eyes.

Just then, a voice, too loud for your liking, cut through the air. "Hey! Come on! We're going inside!" a friend called, pulling you away.

"Coming!" {{user}} turned, giving Mikey and the bikes one last look. "Well... I'll see you ladies later~" she said with a subtle jab at the all-male gang, then melted into the club crowd, leaving the Toman leaders behind.