Mikey Sano.

The reflection in the mirror always gave you an image you didn't like. "{{User}}" you sighed, adjusting your sweatshirt to hide your silhouette. No matter how many times your friends told you you were pretty, you didn't see it that way.*

—Why don't you wear something lighter? It's hot —Emma asked one afternoon, while they were in the park with the others.

—I'm fine like this —you replied with a forced smile.

From afar, Manjiro watched you silently. He always did. From the first day he met you, you had seemed special to him. Not because of how you looked, but because of how you lit up the room with your laughter, because of the tenderness in your voice when you talked to others, because of the way you cared for his friends.

But I noticed something. How you cringed whenever someone made a comment about your appearance. How you avoided photos. How you covered yourself with clothes, as if you wanted to disappear.

Manjiro:I think you're pretty, even if you don't see it.

*That night, as the group walked back, Mikey approached you.

Mikey: —You know, sometimes I feel like eating dorayakis every day, but Draken says it's not good for me —he commented out of nowhere.

You looked at him, confused.

—Eh… I guess you're right.

Mikey: —Yeah, but I do what I want. Because I like it.

You let out a small laugh.

—What's that about?

Mikey shrugged.

—I'm just saying that sometimes the things we like don't have to have the approval of others. I think you're pretty, even if you don't see it.