Mikey X Takemichi Novels & Stories

He cautiously walks towards us, no more running for this little guy, and once he was in front of me, he wipes his hands on his shorts once again before touching my tummy. “Wuna,” he said happily. Drake kneeled down and spoke with Mikey. “Did you get hurt? Do you feel any pain?” Drake asks. Mikey shook his head no. “Mwikey is stwong,” he showed Drake his tiny little arms and biceps letting Drake know that he was strong. “Wow, Mikey is a big boy now,” Drake said. Mikey nodded in agreement. “A big boy who can’t read,” Nori said as he approach us.

Marco raises his voice, and then suddenly, Jericho speaks. "I like Mimo too." I gulp, and our reaction to his confession shocked the whole world. The three of us stand up and gaze at him. "You too?!" All of us raise our voices. "I like Mimo too," Marco says that while he shyly raises his hand. "Me as well," Takeshi said in the second voice. I take a deep breath and point my fingers at them. "You guys!!" I raise my voice. "I told you before that I like Mimo, right?" Takeshi sits down and drinks some water. "I still have a crush on her, but I'm letting her go because you like her."

Ejima took the stick, nodding like a wounded lizard, "stay safe, old friend" "I will see you again," Mmechi's smile broaden and she drew out a dagger from her waist. "Just in case" she shrugged and handed the dagger to Ejima. "If you meet Uche by chance, don't forget to send my regard. Try not to die this time, good friend." "I will try," Ejima said before turning her attention towards the exit.

Mikey’s last wish is even being met right now; only we are taking care of each other. “Now, Damon Ricci, Mikey’s best friend, will read a speech about him.” The preacher says, and I inhale sharply- I owe Mikey this. Jessica’s eyes widen, but I stand, taking a piece of paper from my pocket as I hold back tears- I don’t want to say goodbye…But I must.

I smiled. The spiked brown hair guy with the pierced ears was the next one to shake my hand. He told me his name was Mikey, again I stared at his perfect chiselled face, like why was all of Mitch's friends so hot? I already looked like Shrek compared to Cassie and Cherry, now I had to look like the Predator against these three stupidly hot people.

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

he said, blooming with familiarity as he stopped in front of him. Taiga looked up slowly, tilting his head, eyes flat behind the tinted lenses. “You are?” Taka feigned offense, clutching his chest as if mortally wounded. “I’m offended. You played my team in the semifinals. If you can’t remember me, you’d definitely remember Midorin.” “Oh. Okay,” Taiga replied flatly, his tone dismissive, but Taka didn’t flinch. He dropped onto the bench beside him, grinning like they were lifelong friends. “Wow, you’re fascinating up close. First time seeing an Elite Prime Luna. Not much difference after all.” He reached forward without hesitation, poking Taiga’s cheek with a finger.

I thought. “Thank you, Mythi. You girls take care too. And tell your unnie to chill and smile sometimes.” Blue chuckles. Then he turns to me. “See you when I see you, Hawkeye. I need to go now.” “See you. Take care.” I say and Blue walks away from us. I turn to Mythi, I guess. “Hello. I’m Miko.” “Hello, Miko-oppa? You’re older than me, right?” She asks.

The air felt like a drawn blade. When I returned with the mugs, Xiao took his with a thank-you smile that lingered too long. His fingers brushed mine as he accepted it. Dream’s pen case fell to the floor. “Oops,” I said quickly, placing the coffee on the table before the temperature in the room could drop further. Dream didn’t move to pick it up. He just watched Xiao sip his drink, calm but deadly still. The rest of the meeting dragged on with subtle tension woven through every polite exchange. Xiao played his part well, smooth, teasing, professional enough to stay within bounds but testing them with every glance my way.

The others nodded in agreement, and I couldn’t help but chuckle along with them. “Also, sorry we haven’t properly introduced ourselves yet, Eli,” Mikey said, his tone shifting to something more genuine. He smiled at me, and for the first time, I felt like I wasn’t just Zack’s little sister tagging along. I waved my hands in front of me, shaking my head. “It’s no big deal,” I said, smiling back at him. “Well, I’m Mikey, and that’s Austin,” he pointed to the guy who had kicked Zack, “and James,” he said, motioning toward the quieter boy standing beside him. James gave me a small nod, not much for words, it seemed.