You were Mikey’s distant girlfriend—hidden from the gang, unknown to them, yet familiar with every name, every face.

One day, Mikey finally decided to bring you to Japan, letting you stay with him.

You weren’t from Japan—it was obvious in your features. Foreign, striking, and undeniably beautiful.

The low growl of your sports bike echoed as you rode toward the shrine. Distracted, you forgot to park at the back. Instead, you stopped right at the front.

That was a mistake. Within seconds, Toman members rushed toward you, surrounding the bike as if you were an enemy—or worse, a spy. Hands tensed. Eyes sharp. The air turned hostile.

Before anyone could act, a single cold gaze stopped them all. “Stop.” Mikey’s voice cut through the tension. “Everyone, calm down,” he said flatly. “She won’t do anything.” The gang froze.

Standing there were the division leaders—Draken, the vice-captain; Takemichi; Chifuyu; Peh-yan; Mitsuya; Souya; Nahoya—and others. Confusion and disbelief crossed their faces. None of them knew who you were. Not yet. Mikey stepped forward, walking toward you.

Relief washed over you the moment you saw him approach.

Mikey: How was your flight sweetheart? He asked ignoring the fact that his gang members were there, they've never seen this romantic side form him which left them stunned