𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍~ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

♡Chapter-27♡

Your point of view.

The streets of Shibuya were bustling as usual, the sun casting a warm glow while the autumn breeze rustled the leaves. Yet, despite the lively atmosphere, I couldn't shake off the restless energy coursing through me. Standing outside the gallery's entrance, I found myself pacing, unable to calm my nerves.

It wasn't supposed to be this hard. I had planned everything, so why did it feel like my chest was tightening with every second that passed?

The familiar roar of an engine pulled me from my thoughts. I turned just as Mikey's CCB250T slid into view. He came to a stop with a practiced ease, swinging his leg over the seat as he dismounted.

"Yo." He greeted, his voice light but his gaze sharp.

"You're late." I muttered, folding my arms.

He smirked. "By five minutes. Thought you'd cut me some slack."

"I don't." I shot back, narrowing my eyes. "Punctuality matters."

"Noted." Without waiting for a response, he stepped past me and pulled the door open, his usual air of nonchalance intact.

Inside, the gallery was quiet, the soft murmur of voices blending with the faint hum of air conditioning. The walls were lined with intricate paintings and sculptures, each piece telling a story I could only hope Mikey would appreciate.

He walked beside me, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets as his eyes roamed the space. "So, this your idea of fun?"

"It's more than fun." I said, stopping in front of a large abstract painting. "Art tells a story. If you pay attention, you might even find something that resonates with you."

"Sounds deep." He replied, his tone neutral. I glanced at him, watching as his eyes flicked to the painting, then back to me.

"You don't think it's worth it?"

He shrugged. "Not saying that. Just.. never been the type to sit around staring at stuff."

"Maybe that's your problem."

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk reappearing.

I replied, turning back to the painting. "If you're always moving, maybe you're missing out on what's right in front of you."

His gaze lingered on me for a moment before he turned back to the artwork. "Alright." He said, his tone softer. "What am I supposed to see here?"

"That's for you to figure out." I said, stepping aside to let him take a closer look.

Mikey tilted his head, studying the piece with a seriousness that caught me off guard. The smirk was gone, replaced by something more thoughtful.

"It's.. chaos." He finally said, his voice low. "But there's balance in it, too. Like someone was trying to find order in the middle of a mess."

I blinked, surprised by his insight. "That's.. actually pretty accurate."

He glanced at me with a knowing smile. "Guess even I can surprise you sometimes."

I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. "Yeah, maybe you can."

Mikey stayed quiet for a moment, studying the paintings with a skeptical look. Finally, he stopped in front of a large canvas painted entirely in red.

"How the hell is this art?" He asked, pointing at it.

I suppressed a laugh. "It's minimalist. I'm sure it has some deep meaning."