𝕺𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 [Mikey]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 2

I arrived at school, the familiar sound of the morning bustle filling the air. I walked up to my locker, the cold metal surface greeting me as I opened it. Inside, my shoes were neatly placed, but there was something odd—the unmistakable crinkle of a chocolate wrapper inside. I froze for a moment, my eyes narrowing as I pulled it out, a note taped to the inside of the door.

"Do you like chocolate?"

I frowned, the words making no sense, but the chocolate felt too familiar. Of course, it was him. Mikey. And of course, this was the least of my problems.

"Did you hear? Mirei got a love letter!" I overheard from behind me.

I groaned internally as the conversation continued. "What? Her? No way! Let's call it a pity letter!" They laughed, and the words hit me harder than they should have. Pity. Mikey's pity. He'd thrown it at me without warning, and now he wouldn't leave me alone.

A voice broke through my thoughts. "Hey, um, Mirei-san," someone called from behind me.

I spun around, startled, to find a guy standing there. His face was bruised and swollen, as though he'd been in a fight. His eyes were wide with a mixture of nervousness and urgency.

"What happened to you?" I asked, my voice filled with concern; mainly mocking him though I didn't know him.

He winced, rubbing his neck and wiping sweat from his forehead. "That's not why I'm here," he said quickly, stepping closer. "I just came to tell you something."

I raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"I think you should stay away from Mikey... Sano, he's playing with you."

I frowned, confused. "Who are you?" I asked, trying to understand why he seemed so adamant.

"Nevermind!" He turned on his heel, practically running off before I could stop him.

I watched him go, completely baffled. How did he know Mikey?

That evening, when I came home, I found Mikey sitting on the steps in front of my door, scrolling through his phone as if he was just visiting a friend. How did he know where I lived. Should be worried?

I paused behind the mailbox, hoping he wouldn't spot me, but he did.

"I saw you already," Mikey sighed, looking up at me with a lazy, irritating smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to him, trying to act indifferent. "What are you doing here?" I muttered, unlocking the door. "I can take some legal action if you want, maybe that'll teach you a lesson."

His grin widened. "I came to eat with you," he said, standing up and following me inside. "I brought onigiri."

I didn't even bother arguing as he entered. I knew he wouldn't leave until he got what he wanted.

We sat at the kitchen table, and Mikey handed me a wrapped bundle of rice balls. I took one, eating in silence, trying to ignore him as much as I could. He kept trying to start a conversation, but I shut him down every time. After we finished, he began petting Yumi, my dog, who had wandered over.

"Listen," I said, finally turning to him, "I appreciate the food, but I don't appreciate your existence. Please let this be the last time you come here."

"No♡," Mikey said with an infuriating smile.

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Weeks passed, and Mikey's presence became almost tolerable. He still walked me home every day, and sometimes we ate lunch or dinner together. But I could never shake the feeling that something was off. Everywhere I went, people seemed to know him. So, I decided to dig into his background, one of my amazing perks might I add.