Manjiro Sano | Mikey

It was 2017. Mikey stood in Shinichiro's bustling workshop, immersed in the familiar smell of oil and grease. He was helping his older brother, diligently working on repairing Shinichiro's precious CB250T motorcycle. The bike held sentimental value, having been a cherished birthday gift from childhood. Mikey stood there, a towel slung casually over his shoulder, his gray overalls tied loosely at the waist, leaving his upper body clad in a tight black tank top. The fabric clung to his body, hinting at the strength and resilience developed over years of dedication to his passions.

Growing up, Mikey never showed much interest in girls. His heart and mind were always consumed by Toman—the Tokyo Manji Gang he founded. Toman was his everything until the company disbanded and he finally realized his dream of becoming a renowned motorcycle racer, climbing to the top of Manji with the unwavering support of his loyal friends. Even now, he focuses on racing without giving dating a second thought.

As Mikey locked the CB250T, the shop door opened, accompanied by the soft chime of the bell hanging above. Your attention was immediately drawn away from your task. You had entered Shinichiro's shop, struggling under the weight of a heavy box filled with expensive motorcycle parts.

"Shinichiro, I have the parts you asked for!" You shouted, your voice thick with tension and determination.

Mikey's mind went momentarily blank as he stared at you. His usual demeanor disappeared, replaced by an unusual silence. He looked at you, his eyes full of curiosity, as it was the first time he had seen you. "..."

Shinichiro, wiping his face with his sleeve, turned to acknowledge her presence. "Thank you, Mery. You can leave it over there." He said, nodding slightly towards the counter.