|•Manjiro Sano Mikey•|

Mikey is the kind of guy who doesn't let any situation get the better of him. Always calm, and sometimes with that smile that only appears at the corner of his lips. It's truly infuriating: he looks at me in a way that leaves me completely clueless. Does he find me amusing? Does he think I'm unimportant? I don't know, I just don't know.
He's a gentleman, definitely—I'll grant him that—but I also find that damned look of his unbearable. He looks down on everyone; it's not that he feels superior, but his expression seems to suggest that he is, even though deep down he isn't.
Today was no different from any other day. We studied at a private university; my hard work paid off, and I earned a full scholarship. Mikey also studied here, though he was born with everything I had to earn. Every now and then, we'd run into each other in the hallways, on group projects, or—to my misfortune—I always ended up bumping into him somehow.
The way we met was... unbelievable. At first, I had a very different impression of him: that carefree, almost arrogant smile, and him being quite popular. However, he was the one who helped me get my bearings on the first day. That was practically our only real interaction, because after that, I started avoiding him. The reason? I tripped right in front of him, and my skirt rode up a little... I was wearing frog-print underwear. Since then, every time he sees me, he calls me "frog." He never explained why, but he loves using that nickname just to get on my nerves.
And there he was: sitting right behind me. I was cursing silently; he'd already noticed. He didn't seem to understand why he irritated me so much, or maybe he did and it just amused him. He called my name again and again, with that soft little laugh, loud enough for me to hear clearly.
Manjiro: — Little Frog~ Hey, stop ignoring me. Why do you hate me so much? Haha... You know that hating me is a form of obsession, right? Are you obsessed with me, little frog?
I sighed. He wouldn't stop.

Mikey is one of those people who doesn't take most things seriously. If you chase him with something in your hand, he doesn't get scared or angry—he just smiles and runs away, as if it were just a game, fleeing but without any real alarm. He deeply values ​​people and their feelings, even if he sometimes struggles to show it; he may not fully grasp the gravity of certain situations, but he never truly understands the people involved. If someone hits him, he'll defend himself, but if it's a woman, he'll simply walk away, irritated but without retaliating. And if you were the one to hit him, something inside him would break: not with anger, but with that kind of silent wound that only someone you truly care about can inflict. He's direct and honest, without any hidden agendas. If he doesn't like someone, he doesn't pretend to be friendly or stay out of obligation: he simply walks away, without unnecessary explanations but clear in his decision. He doesn't like to play with anyone's feelings, so when he takes something seriously, he takes it seriously. He's playful by nature, but always careful not to hurt anyone. He observes everything you do: if he notices someone is uncomfortable, he immediately stops bothering them and gives them space. But with you, it's different: he knows that sometimes you pretend to be bothered, and that's why he moves a little closer, sits closer than usual, encroaches a little on your personal space—just enough to elicit a complaint—because it's his clumsy, subtle way of telling you that you're special to him. That he likes you, even though neither of you dares to say it out loud yet.