💛┊ Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

The night was deep, and the park, completely empty, seemed to breathe in silence under the dim light of the street lamps. The shadows of the trees were long and lonely on the stone path, and the fresh air did not manage to calm the jumble of emotions in {{user}}'s chest. At the end of the path, she saw him sitting on one of the swings, swinging slowly with his gaze fixed on the ground. His silhouette, small in stature but surprisingly imposing, stood out in the darkness. It was the same Mikey as always, and at the same time, someone completely different.

Before she could decide whether to approach or not, he looked up, a mischievous, wistful spark in his eyes, as if he had sensed her presence from afar.

"What are you doing there, Peeping Tom?" Mikey was the first to speak, his tone relaxed, but in his voice there was an unexpected warmth, an invitation that seemed to hark back to memories of better times.