Take a chance | mikey

9

"Oi, are they your girlfriends? We'll defeat you and show you how much fun we have with them." His words hung in the air, dripping with venomous laughter that sent a chill down my spine.

Mikey didn't flinch. Instead, he rose from his seat with a calm that was almost unsettling. The playful, carefree Mikey I'd grown accustomed to was gone, replaced by someone far more dangerous. His voice was sharp, commanding, as he walked over to Emma and me. "Go behind us. Now."

We didn't question him. I grabbed Emma's hand, and we hurried behind the group, their bodies creating a protective wall between us and the threat looming before us. Toman stood tall, five of them facing off against Moebius, and the tension in the warehouse shifted like the calm before a storm

Osanai's smug expression twisted into something more sinister. "Little Mikey of the Snot-Nosed Brats Club," Osanai taunted.

Mikey met his gaze, his lips curling into a mocking smile. "And yet you needed an entire gang to pull a surprise attack on some 'snot-nosed brats.' That really fits your image as a complete shithead, Osanai-kun."

Osanai's face darkened, his composure slipping. "HAH? YOU'RE TOO TINY. I CAN'T HEAR A DAMN THING," he snapped, his voice rising in frustration.

Then, as if noticing something, his gaze flicked to Takemichi. "Oi, what are you staring at?"

Takemichi froze, his wide eyes betraying his terror. "H-huh? N-nothing..."

"Are you looking down on me?" Osanai's voice turned icy as he began to punch Takemichi. "I hate that look the most."

Just as Osanai wound up for another strike, Pah-chin stepped in, his body blocking the blow effortlessly. His expression was fierce, unyielding. "This is my fight," Pah said, his voice low but resolute as he shoved Takemichi aside. "Stay back."

Peh-yan reassured Takemichi, "Don't underestimate Pah-chin. He's one of the best fighters in Toman. He won't lose to someone like Osanai."

Takemichi started to protest, "But Dr-"

Before he could finish, Mikey cut him off. "Shut up and watch, Takemichi. This is Pah's fight."

Osanai smirked at Pah-chin's resolve. "You really think you can beat me? You're just a little punk."

Undeterred, Pah-chin lunged at Osanai with a powerful punch. Osanai dodged it easily, countering with a swift punch of his own that landed squarely on Pah-chin's face. Pah-chin stumbled back but quickly regained his footing, glaring at Osanai.

"Is that all you got?" Osanai taunted, his confidence evident. "You're not even worth my time."

Pah-chin didn't falter. He lunged again, throwing punch after punch, but Osanai blocked and evaded them all with almost effortless precision. His eyes gleamed maliciously as he landed another brutal hit—this time to Pah's gut—forcing the wind out of him. Pah doubled over, clutching his stomach, the pain written across his face.

Peh-yan, unable to watch any longer, tensed up, ready to rush forward to help his friend. But before he could even take a step, Mikey's voice cut through the chaos once more, calm yet unyielding. "I said shut up and watch, didn't I?"

Peh-yan froze in his tracks, hesitating as he looked back at Mikey.

Peh-yan froze, torn between his loyalty to Pah and Mikey's command. He hesitated, glancing between Pah and Mikey, unsure of what to do.

"Mikey-kun, we have to help Pah! He's losing consciousness! He's going to die!" Takemichi's voice wavered with desperation, his face pale with fear.

The chilling indifference in Mikey's words struck Takemichi like a slap, making him realize the gravity of Toman's code—their unspoken, brutal sense of honor.