【Mikey x OC】Criminology student Emily moves to Tokyo, secretly hoping to reconnect with her childhood friend and first love, Mikey. A chance meeting with Takemichi, another soul searching for a lost love, draws her into a web of shared longing and b...
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Emily took a deep breath, her eyes gazing off into the distance as she began her story. "I first met Mikey when I was just six years old. It had been a few months since my family and I moved to Japan. I was on my way home from elementary school, carrying a white bunny plush toy with me. It was a gift from my grandmother before she passed away, and it meant the world to me."
She paused for a moment, her expression growing distant. "I had my headphones on, so I didn't notice the three middle school boys approaching me. It all happened so fast. One moment, I was happily clutching my plush toy, and the next, it was on the ground, torn apart. They had ripped it to shreds, the stuffing scattered around like cotton snow. They were taunting me, throwing discriminative slurs my way."
Emily's voice wavered as she recalled the painful memory. "They were calling me names, saying things like, 'Why don't you go back to where you came from, foreigner?' and 'You don't belong here!' I remember feeling so helpless and scared, my heart racing, tears streaming down my face."
Just as the memory began to overwhelm her, she continued. "Then, out of nowhere, a short boy about my age appeared behind them. He had short, wavy blonde hair that was slightly tousled, and he was chewing on a piece of gum. The gum bubble burst with a pop as he asked, 'What the heck are you doing?'"
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The three bullies turned to face him, their expressions shifting from contempt to surprise. One of them sneered, "None of your business, baby boy."
The blond boy's eyebrows furrowed in irritation. His expression was a mix of defiance and resolve. "This is my neighborhood, so of course it is my business!"
The bullies exchanged glances. "So you live here, huh?"
The blond boy's gaze hardened. "So you're having fun bullying a girl? How lame."
"What did you just say?" one of the bullies challenged.
"L-A-M-E," the boy replied nonchalantly, his tone unwavering. He didn't seem to care about their threat. "The Worst. The absolute LAMEST."
