The love that started when I picked up Mikey

I slap Mikey on the head.

His black eyes widened in an instant, and he was stunned, and the momentum just now faded a bit.

"Who allows you to enter a girl's room casually, what if I have the habit of sleeping naked?"

I still have this habit, but because I took him in last night, in order to avoid the embarrassment of bumping into him when I woke up at night, I wore a nightgown.

...Fortunately, I put it on.

Otherwise, I can only sacrifice Mikey to heaven.

"All the rooms here are not locked. You have to knock on the door before you come in. Do you hear me?" After I taught him, I threatened, "Otherwise, I will leave you here alone!"

Now he should cry.

"Sorry." Mikey's eyes flickered, "But where did you get this dress?"

At this point, he clenched the special attack suit in his hand, and his knuckles turned blue and white due to excessive force.

No fuss.

I didn't act like a baby.

It's so abnormal that Mikey would actually apologize, I couldn't help but reach out and pinch his face.

...There is no mask, it is not the cosplay of Masaharu Nioh of Rikkai University.

Mikey looked even more shocked.

But I soon realized the reason for his shock——

The special attack suit has the words [First Generation Black Dragon Chief] written on it.Especially the word [Chief Chief] was too powerful for him.

Mikey is also a bosozoku, but he is just a jerk. He probably has to fight for the place to hand cigarettes to the chief. Now that he sees that I have the chief's clothes, he may have misunderstood that I am very familiar with the chief... Could it be? He wants to become a cadre through connections?

In order to verify my guess, I replied: "Of course it was given to me by its owner."

Mikey was anxious: "What is your relationship with him? Why did he give it to you?"

hum.

They all started to ask about the relationship, with bad intentions.

I let go of his face: "It's a long story."

Mikey: "Let's make a long story short."

This time I was shocked.

Unexpectedly, Mikey's attitude towards me has changed for the sake of being in the top position.

Yesterday he was acting like a baby, asking for kisses and hugs, but today when he saw the commander's special attack uniform, he felt that his status was expected to improve, and the pomelo treasure was no longer popular.

This is not as good as Atobe and Akashi.

At least when the two of them were influenced by the magic chocolate before, they still regarded me as the big one, and Mikey's career directly surpassed the sky.

I wanted to yank the special attack suit back from his hand, but Mikey clung to it tightly, and the two of us pulled it out like a tug-of-war by the bed.

It's just that he uses one hand and I use two.

Me: "Let go!"

Mikey: "..."

I whispered a devil: "Do you want to be thrown here by yourself?"

Suddenly, Mikey let go of his hand.

Due to inertia, I fell back unpreparedly and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

……it hurts.

Ass is about to split.

I was about to explode when I heard Mikey say, "Don't tear your clothes."

Good guy, I'm going to make a fuss.

"I won't tell you what relationship I have with him! You go, you get out for me now—"

Mikey stood still, frowning at me, no, at the special attack suit that fell on my lap.

...Could it be that the magic of chocolate has failed?

Impossible, this is only the second day, and he still has 29 days of validity.

While I was thinking this, the doorbell rang.

Mikey finally reached out to me: "Shall I pull you up?"

... Hey, the attitude has changed.

It seems that there is no problem with magic, but Mikey's ambition is too strong.

I stretched out my hand to hold Mikey's hand and stood up with strength, and said angrily: "Don't think that I won't be angry if you pull me up, that hurt me to death just now."

Mikey picked up the special attack suit on the ground, patted the ashes, and then turned to open the door.

The person who knocked on the door was Michael, the butler of the Atobe family. He led a spectacular food delivery team and filled the public courtyard on the first floor.

Michael bowed to me, pointed to the five-story dining shelf behind him and said, "Miss Fuyuzi, this is the meal that Master Jingwu ordered for you."

The corner of my mouth twitched: "Is he raising me like an elephant?"

The waiters took the plates off the shelf and brought them to my apartment because there were so many that the living room and kitchen were full.

I popped the lid on one of them and it was my usual ceviche.

When I opened it again, it was a cheese muffin with my initials painted on it with chocolate sauce.

... Atobe is quite careful.

"Master Jingwu hopes that these can make Miss Fuyouzi have a good morning." Michael said respectfully.

Good is good, but there are too many of them.

I finished my shower and came out to see Mikey studying the ceviche I had opened earlier: "Is this spicy?"

"Slightly spicy, very good taste."

He looked dissatisfied, wrinkling his nose.I suddenly remembered the taiyaki dorayaki and omelet rice I entrusted to Atobe, and opened the plates one by one.

"Mikey, your taiyaki is here!"

Mikey's eyes lit up when he heard there was taiyaki.

"And dorayaki." I found the same, and I pushed them in front of Mikey.

"...can I eat it?"

Mom.

Mikey suddenly became polite to me.

To be reasonable, this well-behaved Mikey is better than the coquettish monster who cries and makes trouble at every turn, or the career monster who only has the commander's special attack uniform in his eyes.

"Of course, I ordered it specially for you. Eat up all of them."

"Thank you."

"I also ordered omelet rice, the omelet rice with the flag you want—"

Both Mikey and I were blown away when the largest plate was opened.

This is a huge omurice with small flags on it. If you look closely, these are the national flags of all countries in the world.

The magnificence of Mr. Atobe should be recorded in the annals of history.

I imitated his previous overbearing tone and said to Mikey: "Are you satisfied with what you see?"

"That friend of yours," Mikey asked slowly, pulling out a flag, "was it rich or out of revenge?"

Good question, but one for Atobe himself to answer.

Apparently neither of us could handle the gigantic omurice, plus there was plenty of breakfast to feed the entire apartment building.

It's only six o'clock in the morning, and it's summer vacation again. Many people may not have started preparing breakfast at home.

"Mikey, let's share the omurice with the neighbors."

He was silent.

...Why does it seem that there is still a little reluctance.

I decided to give him something sweet: "If you help me deliver it together, I'll tell you about my relationship with the chief black dragon."

Sure enough, Mikey agreed: "Okay."

So I ring the doorbell in the front and Mikey pushes the food cart in the back.

The first one was Toru Amuro's, but he wasn't there, so I had to send the second one off.

The second family is Granny Mi, who lives alone. She has a puppy who wags its tail happily at us as soon as the door is opened.

After Granny Mi knew our purpose, she chose pies and roasted tomatoes, looked at Mikey who was teasing the puppy, and asked, "Is the young man Fuyuzu's boyfriend? You two have such a good relationship."

"No," I denied, "he's chasing me."

Mikey put down the puppy and gave me a meaningful look.

I rubbed my chin, lowered my voice and said to Granny Mi: "He's shy and doesn't want others to know."

Granny Mi gave Mikey a thumbs up and encouraged: "Come on, Fuyouzi is a good girl!"

It's over, Mikey seems to be more shy, he lowered his head.

……

When we were sent to the third floor, there was a family with two twin boys in kindergarten, and their mother was squeezing juice.

"Sister, we want to eat omurice!"

Great, finally someone wants to eat omurice!I thought it wouldn't sell out.

"Wait, I'll cut it."

However, when I opened the omurice on the bottom layer, I was dumbfounded.

There were more than 100 small flags on the omurice, but none of them remained.

I subconsciously looked at Mikey, and he turned his head to the side.

"Mikey—"

"I didn't take it."

... This is too much for 300 taels of silver.

I had no choice but to say hello to the twins: "Kazuya and Hiroto, I'm sorry, there is no small flag for omurice, can I just have rice?"

This Mikey is really unreasonable, he has more than 100 flags!

I was afraid that the twins would cry, but my brother Kazuya smiled and said, "It's okay, sister, Hiroto and I are already in kindergarten, so we don't need flags anymore."

Hiroto, the younger brother, also nodded in agreement like a chicken pecking rice: "Only a kid who hasn't entered kindergarten will not eat because he doesn't have a small flag."

"Nonsense!" A resentful rebuttal came from the side, and it was Mikey who turned his head around again, "Do you understand that Xiaoqizi is the soul of omelet rice!"

The author says:

Mikey: Two guys with no taste!