"You were gunna leave your friends to die, right? It's only natural, no delinquent would fight a hopeless battle in the face of death."
You once thought that until the Christmas Conflict where you hadn't expected to fall in love with the person who...
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You pulled up to the Sano residence, your bike stopping next to Mikey's Babu, the bike resting in front of Mikey's detached garage/bedroom. It was nearly noon, the sun was bearing down, but the air was crisp against your exposed skin. You dismounted your bike, red heels stirring up more dust.
You flipped your hair over your shoulder, and pulled down your crop top that was riding up a bit from the ride. You straightened your red haori and strode forward.
You approached the traditional Japanese styled home just as a blond girl came rushing from the back door, "Thank God you're here! I'm losing my mind! You gotta help me, [y/n]-chan!"
Emma was panting slightly, she was dressed cutely in a gray overall jumper, with tall wedges on and you wanted to coo at her cute flushed cheeks, "Emma-chan asked so nicely so I had no choice." You teased a bit, but Emma didn't respond the way Mikey would have.
"I'm going to get Draken to confess to me!" And she said it with her lips all pouty, pretty gray eyes glittering.
You chuckled and cleared your throat, leaning back and away from her. You knew for a fact that Draken would not be the one confessing. Draken was... well-- Hmm. Maybe you could...
You just had to beat it into her head then, huh?
"And how will you do that?" You asked, crossing your arms.
"I was hoping you'd help me with this, since I heard you have Mitsuya wrapped around your finger."
Your face heated up and you glanced away from Emma's starry eyes, "Ahh-- Is that what you heard again?"
Emma nodded, "Yeah, Mikey wouldn't shut up about it," She said without pause, swiftly bowling her older brother under the bus.
You simmered, eyes narrowing at Mikey's bedroom, no doubt oblivious to the smack he'll be receiving later, probably having sweet dreams about the dorayaki you wouldn't be buying him. What a total brat.
"So, will you help me?!" Emma plead, hands clasped as she bowed to you.
You grinned and cupped your chin, "And how can I help?"
Emma wasted no time, grasping your hand from you chin and pulled you forward, "With Draken! He's so dumb. I don't know how else to drop hints. It's like he's ignoring them on purpose!"
You nodded emphatically, like a teacher to a pupil, "Okay, hm, pretend I'm Draken-kun, okay?"
Emma's eyes widened and she shuffled back, closer to Mikey's garage, "Um..." She twiddled her forefingers with a cute little blush. Oh no, she's as cute as Mikey! "Do we really have to go that far?"
You cleared your throat, "Don't look so put off by it!" You chuckled again then squared your shoulders in a confident way and looked down at the, currently, shorter Emma, mimicking Draken--
"Yo, Emma." You placed your hands in your pockets, like Draken would, and shook your head til a strand of hair fell in your sight line.
