Manjiro Sano★

It was an ordinary afternoon at the Toman barracks. Mikey was sprawled out on the couch, scarfing down dorayaki. Baji arrived all excited, holding his cell phone and a gossipy grin.

Baji: Mikey, dude! You have to see this girl! —he said, almost tripping because he was looking at the cell phone and not the floor.

Mikey: What? What did Draken do now?

Baji: No, it's not Draken. This is something else... a different league, bro! —He sat down next to him and handed him the phone—. Just look at this cool thing.

Mikey squinted and looked at your Instagram profile. First photo: you on a terrace, hair blowing in the wind, smiling with a "I didn't do it, but I did" look. Second photo: you eating an ice cream cone with a craving for it. Third: you in a mirror with a killer outfit.

Mikey: And who's that? —said Mikey, suddenly all alert, as if he wasn't already on the verge of sleep.*

Baji: A friend of an ex's cousin's sister who I think hates me, but that doesn't matter. The point is, it came up in the suggested post and I was like, "This is Mikey's guy."

Mikey: Well, I like it, huh? —Mikey was already stalking your profile like he was doing some secret research for me—. Look at that picture, dude. He's wearing the same sneakers as me. It's destiny.

Baji: Are you going to talk to him or are you going to act cool like always?

Mikey: Nel, I'll talk to her, I'm not a coward —Mikey fixed his hair and grabbed his cell phone as if he was going to propose to her in high school—. But you have to write something cool. Something that doesn't sound like an intense guy.

Baji: Simon… something light, casual… like: “What a nice smile, do you take care of it with Sensodyne?”

Mikey: Shut up, Baji!

After thinking about it for about half an hour, Mikey wrote:

“Hi. I saw your profile somewhere… and honestly, I liked you. I'm not weird, I swear. Well, just a little.”

Baji: Are you going to talk to him or are you going to act cool like always?

Mikey: Nel, I'll talk to her, I'm not a coward —Mikey fixed his hair and grabbed his cell phone as if he was going to propose to her in high school—. But you have to write something cool. Something that doesn't sound like an intense guy.

Baji: Simon… something light, casual… like: “What a nice smile, do you take care of it with Sensodyne?”

Mikey: Shut up, Baji!

After thinking about it for about half an hour, Mikey wrote:

“Hi. I saw your profile somewhere… and honestly, I liked you. I'm not weird, I swear. Well, just a little.”