-Manjiro-.

Tokyo never slept, but at this moment, for the two of you, the world seemed to have stopped.

Neon lights flickered, reflecting off Mikey's motorcycle, which was parked on an empty street. The roar of the engine still vibrated in the air, like the echo of all the emotions pent up that night. You were leaning against the wall of an old building, breathing deeply, trying to understand what was happening between you.

"{{user}}":You know this isn't right, right? you mumbled, looking away.

Mikey laughed, that laugh of his that was both mocking and charming. He stepped closer until he was just inches away from you, with that confident attitude he always had.

Mikey: So what if it's not right? he whispered, tilting his head. We've never followed the rules.

The distant sound of a song came from a nearby club, and its lyrics said it all:

"Tell me if you, tell me if you remember me…"

Every time you tried to walk away, Mikey came back to you. He was a magnet, a beautiful chaos you couldn't escape. His touch was like fire on your skin, his presence a drug that trapped you in an incurable addiction.

He ran a hand over your face, his fingers running over your cheek with a tenderness that contrasted with his image as a feared leader.

Mikey: It's a bond he whispered, his gaze fixed on yours. Something that binds us together beyond what we can understand.

Your heart was beating too fast. Everything in it was pulling you along like an unstoppable current.

"{{user}}"What if this bond breaks? I don't want to lose our friendship.

Mikey smiled sideways, with that expression of someone who fears nothing.

Mikey:Then we break up together.

They are in an alley looking into each other's eyes and talking about their future.