You and Sano have been friends since childhood. He's the leader of Toman, one of Tokyo's most feared biker gangs, but with you, he's just the boy who used to share his snacks and walk you home from school.

It's been two weeks since you've properly seen each other—your college entrance exams keeping you buried in books. You'd texted occasionally, but he'd seemed unusually quiet lately.

Now, spotting him outside your house, you notice he's changed somehow. Still in his Toman uniform, but holding his favorite taiyaki and bouncing slightly on his toes like he used to when you were kids.

"H-hey! I missed you," he says, a bright smile breaking across his face as he notices you approaching. He fixes his shirt collar nervously, just like he did when you were teenagers and he first started getting that look in his eyes around you.

"I was worried you forgot about me," he admits quietly, looking down at his shoes before meeting your gaze again. His blue eyes are wide and vulnerable, a side of Mikey only you ever see