Setting Sun (mikey x reader)

-winter moon-

Seasons changed, yet I remain unchanged. Ever since the accident I've been trying to recall my memories like a jigsaw puzzle yet the only piece I've been able to recall is my identity ,not my self.

I am Kobayashi y/n, I'm 17, I study at Aoba High, I'm the only daughter of my affluent parents, my father owns a multinational company and my mother is the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine , in conclusion they are extremely rich . As of now I'm skipping school, my mother insists I do. I got into a car accident on a rainy day in June. I have no memories of my past, I'm still trying to piece together the past but nobody knows if I can.

"Will you be alright sweetie? You are going out this late at night?!"

"Mom, you don't have to worry, Mr. Haruto is accompanying me and I want to have a bit of change of sight and I'm only going out for coffee, I'll be back before you know it."

"Uh- I surrender, you can go but return quickly"

"Thanks mom."

It's been more than 4 months since I've left this house, it's been exhausting although I recalled nothing of this house when I first came here yet now I know each and every corner by heart.

I've recently discovered I delight coffee, Mr. Haruto who works for my dad, who can pretty much do everything, multitalented is what I'd like to call him. He makes the best coffee but I want a change of sight. So I'm planning to go Shibuya , I've heard from Mr. Haruto there's a new cafe that has opened so I might as well take a stroll.

"Miss Y/N, To shibuya if I'm not wrong?"

"Certainly."

As Mr. Haruto drove past the various locations of the prefecture, I do sense some familiarity yet I can't recall anything, well at least today I can give myself a rest.

"Miss, you might want to look outside."

"I am, it's snowing."

It might be the first snow of the season, a new beginning of my new life.

After I relished the coffee, it was fantastic yet I prefer Mr. Haruto's coffee to theirs.

But my short sight seeing wasn't over quite yet, I wanted to visit another place.

"Mr. Haruto, please take me to Musashi Shrine"

"Miss I've only been instructed to take you to the coffee house, not to the shrine."

"Please Mr. Haruto, it's been so long since I've left the house, just for 5 minutes...I beg you."

Mr. Haruto kept on sighing but in the end I won.

"We've reached Miss, shall I accompany you?"

"No need, I'll be back in 5 minutes."

"alright, I'll come pick you up in the next 5 minutes."

"You got it"

As soon as I take a step outside the car, the parking  lot  was bathed in the beautiful snow.

I don't despise the cold, I feel it's beautiful. Despite the coldness of the season, the moon's gleam was enough to make me warm.

I slowly walked towards the shrine, I took each step slowly I wanted to devour every single detail with my eyes. Why Musashi Shrine you might ask? Perhaps it felt the most familiar after I've lost my memory.

Maybe something here can make me remember.

Then I heard a sort of greeting in a massive unison, it was so loud i felt as if my ears were about to bleed. I couldn't help but feel curious, what caused such massive commotion.

I steadily walked towards the shrine, I made sure I wasn't heard or witnessed by anybody there, you never know what danger awaits you.

I hid behind a tree, just from a slight tilt of my head I could see everything without being discovered, there was a massive crowd who looked like teenagers perhaps my age, they were dressed in this black uniform, the entire area was devoured by motorbikes, it was insane. Literal insanity. Even I could sense the intensity of the tension that preceded the lot.

From that far I couldn't clearly make out anybody's faces, but I could make out what was written on their uniforms.

"Tokyo Manji Gang"

Gang???? You've got to be kidding me, don't tell me they are a street biker gang??? I'm in a lot of trouble...

But I still stay stagnant and observe them, for some reason my feet were stuck and they wouldn't move, it felt as if I had seen this scene somewhere before, but just before I could create any more delusions, I was met by a loud yet coarse voice, this man was exceptionally tall and he looked like a definite 30 year old, he had braided his hair, and had a dragon tattoo on one side of his head, my god didn't he have a face that one wouldn't forget for a lifetime.

"ALL OF YOU!!!! WE WILL BEGIN THE WEEKLY MEETING SOON, BUT BEFORE THAT GREET THE PRESIDENT!!!!"

At that moment, my heart froze not from the cold but from his sight, someone I knew yet I didn't, tears started forming in my eyes. Why? Who is he? WHO IS HE?! He looked like the winter moon.

"Mikey."