The love that started when I picked up Mikey

The day before Christmas.

The streets of Shibuya, Tokyo, are bustling.

"Has Hanagaki-kun returned to the future?"

I took the milk tea from Mikey, poked it open and took a big sip.

"It's hot-"

"Idiot, drink slowly."

"It's okay, I'm fine again." I stuck out my tongue, "Look, I'm fine now."

Seeing that I was fine, Mikey answered my last question: "Well, he went back to the future."

Hanagaki Takedo finally completed his mission and ended the long journey through time.

Not long ago, the Kanto [-]D Association and the Second Tokyo [-]D Association were disbanded on the same day.

Mikey never told me the result of the fight that day, and I tried aggressive methods to no avail. Instead, he teased: "If youzibao agrees to marry me, I'll tell you."

"I'm still in school." Naturally, I would not agree, "At least I have to wait until I graduate from college."

"...so long." Mikey muttered, "If you finish college and prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination, don't I have to wait forever."

I poked his steamed bun face, and said with a smile: "Yes, wait, you have to be patient."

"Tch." He flattened his mouth in displeasure, and lowered his head to take a big sip of milk tea.

"What kind of flavor did Wanjiro drink?"

"Strawberry." Mikey leaned over the straw, "Try it."

The one he bought for me was cantaloupe-flavored. Seeing that I drank his milk tea, he immediately came over and said, "Let me drink yours too."

After drinking it, he commented: "Sure enough, the strawberry flavor tastes better."

I was not convinced: "Nonsense, obviously the cantaloupe flavor is the best."

The two of us quarreled on the street, and finally decided to find someone to judge.

Sakuraba, who came to pick us up for dinner, became the best judge.

Sakuraba is clearly forever loyal to me: "My personal choice is the melon flavor."

"Yeah," I said yes to Mikey, "I won."

Mikey snorted dissatisfiedly, and muttered, "I'll ask Jiujing and Santu to judge too."

"Then I'll ask Draken and Mitani-kun to judge."

It's also amazing that no matter what quarrel between Mikey and I, these two will stand by me unconditionally-although they knew Mikey much earlier than me.

"Okay, today is Christmas Eve, Mr. Jiujing and the others will also celebrate their own holidays." Yingting said, "I will take you home now. Ruogong's family has a family banquet today, and the owner and wife will be there."

Mikey is more concerned about other issues than the seder: "Will there be Santa Claus?"

Sakuraba gave Mikey a meaningful look: "Yes."

Mikey clasped his hands together immediately, his eyes sparkled: "Wow~"

——It's all people, but they still believe in the existence of Santa Claus.

Eighty percent of them are looking forward to gifts.

Isn't it me who prepares Mikey's gift?

……

It was already evening when we rushed back to Wakamiya's house in Kyoto, but there was still half an hour before the family banquet started.

The younger brothers and sisters were eating chestnut cake, and when they saw Mikey coming, they immediately crowded around excitedly: "Brother Mikey is here, brother Mikey hugs!"

The little guys chattered non-stop, some wanted to show Mikey the pictures they drew recently, and some wanted to play the violin piece they practiced recently to Mikey, and no one would let the other, making Mikey unable to intervene at all .

The eldest Ge Jia hurriedly dissuaded: "You guys are enough, Mikey and Fuyouzi just came back, they are very tired."

"It's okay, I came back by car, and I'm not tired." Mikey was very kind to the little ones, hugging each of them, and lifting them up high, and it was only when they finished lifting them that they said hello.

Ge Jia cut the chestnut cake and made black tea for Mikey and me.

While eating the cake, Mikey listened to the children discuss about Santa Claus.

"Is there really Santa delivering presents?" he asked me in a low voice.

I nodded: "Didn't Sakuraba say it? There will be."

In fact, the so-called Santa Claus was all pretended by Wakamiya Ren, and when he was not in Japan, Sakuraba was in charge of pretending.

"Mr. Mikey, please come here, the Patriarch is looking for you."

"Oh, just come." Mikey quickly stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth, Wakamiya Ren is now his teacher, the two have been together for a long time, and the relationship has become much more easy-going.

"Wait." I grabbed Mikey's sleeve, wiped off the cream stains on the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, and said, "Go."

I don't know why Wakamiya Ren wanted to talk to Mikey before the dinner.

After a while, Mikey came back, with downcast eyes and a listless look.

I soon learned the reason for his grief.

Wakamiya Ren officially assigned him a task. Before Takekoman, the family was responsible for pretending to be Santa Claus and delivering gifts to the children, which fell on Mikey.

He looked forward to Santa Claus very much before, but now he has become Santa Claus himself.

"Isn't this great?" I patted his shoulder and smoothed his hair, "You finally lived the life you expected."

"Can it be the same?" Mikey said aggrievedly, "Have you ever seen someone give gifts to Santa Claus?"

... It seems that there is no such thing.

Mikey is also a child who wants to receive gifts from Santa Claus.

"But this job can only be done by the most trusted boy in the family. Besides, the younger brothers and sisters like Wanjiro very much. They have never been proud of me, and they all like to surround you."

My rainbow fart successfully cured Mikey, and he moaned and said: "Santa Claus is Santa Claus, this family can't do without Mr. Mikey."

"Hahaha yes."

The family dinner was extremely smooth. Although Mikey was the only person with a foreign surname at the scene, everyone did not make him feel uncomfortable.

The tableware was replaced with a plate with the logo of the Tokyo [-]D Association, and there were more dishes that would never appear at ordinary times, such as omurice with small flags, dorayaki, and taiyaki—all Mikey’s favorite foods.

After the dinner, my grandfather set off beautiful fireworks in the courtyard.

Soon it was night, and each child was led back to sleep by their own housekeepers. When parting, they rubbed their sleepy eyes and said good night to Mikey.

Mikey's first year working as a Santa has officially begun.

The first is to sort out all the presents for the children, the wishes they wrote down on paper and hung on the tree in the yard before Christmas.

Most of the wishes can be fulfilled, such as wanting a model airplane, wanting the signature of Kamen Rider, and there are also weird ones, such as "I want a big beautiful woman as my girlfriend" written by Takeyuki, which was directly passed by Wakamiya Ren .

"It's too pitiful for Takeko to have no presents?" Mikey began to complain about the first junior of the Wakamiya family he knew.

I spread my hands: "Who told him to write scribbles."

Mikey thought for a moment, and took out his special attack uniform—the special attack uniform of the head of the Kanto [-]D Club.

"Really? Are you going to give this to him?"

"Yeah." Mikey folded the special attack suit and put it in the gift box, "I still have to find a girlfriend by myself, but as an older brother, it's okay to give my younger brother a special attack suit."

I hesitated and asked, "Is this okay?"

For Mikey, who has retired from Bosozoku, this is his last special attack suit, which is of great significance.

"Takeyuki is a family member, but the special attack suit is not." Mikey closed the box and smiled slightly, "I'm not a fool, I know what is more important."

I was so moved that I almost shed tears: "Wanjiro, you are really a good person."

"Ah hey, don't randomly hand out good person cards!"

After preparing the presents, I waited until ten o'clock, when the children were asleep, and I helped Mikey change into Santa's clothes, put on a beard, put on a small hat, and asked him to deliver gifts one by one.

If the Gong family does not have a chimney for Santa Claus, Mikey can only climb in through the window.

I watched him turn over the window in the courtyard, thinking about how to praise him later.

Hey, it's snowing.

Snowflakes shook from the sky, one by one, falling into the palm of my hand.

This is a very beautiful Christmas Eve.

When Mikey came back after delivering the presents one by one, there was a kid firmly stuck to his leg, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried—Takeyuki hugged his thigh tightly.

"Santa Claus, please bless me as chief."

The white special attack uniform was worn by Takeko, but he was not satisfied with it, his appetite grew, and he wanted to be the chief directly.

"Only you are still the chief? You are not qualified to be the vice captain." I took off Takeyuki's special attack suit, and he immediately fell off Mikey's lap.

"Give it back to me! It's mine!" The little guy stomped anxiously.

I threw the clothes to Yingting who came over after hearing the sound: "Take him to sleep."

"Yes."

Takeko had always been afraid of Sakuraniwa, so he became honest all of a sudden, and obediently lay on Sakuraniwa's back with his mouth pouting.

After watching the two leave, I turned around and said to Mikey, "Thank you for your hard work."

"This kid doesn't sleep, and I almost gave up." Mikey said, covering his white beard, "It's so difficult."

He didn't dare to say a word just now, because he was afraid of revealing his identity and destroying the beautiful fantasy of Santa Claus in the hearts of the children.

Looking at the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, I smiled and said, "This year's Santa Claus is as qualified as ever."

"Hi, hi." Mikey waved his hand, turned around and started walking, "After all, I'm a professional, let's go back and rest too."

"Don't Santa want presents?"

Santa stopped.

I kissed him on the mouth: "Shh, I have a special gift for you."

I opened the garage where Mikey's motorcycle was parked the last time he was in Kyoto.

The car was polished and the oil was topped up.

"Let's go for a ride." I wrapped the scarf around him, "Don't you like to go for a ride on a motorcycle at Christmas? The scenery here in Kyoto is not worse than Tokyo."

"But--"

"Grandfather and parents are both asleep, and we are adults, they won't care about it, and," I took the initiative to sit in the front seat of the motorcycle, holding my face, "I can't let other people wait for us for too long."

"other people?"

Twelve midnight.

The captains and vice-captains of each team of the Tokyo [-]D Club, led by the deputy chief, Ryuguji Ken, lined up in five rows at the door of Wakamiya's house.

"The chief is here!"

"It's Mikey!"

Shocked, Mikey turned to look at me blankly.

"It's not my idea alone." I put the helmet on for him, "It's a Christmas present from everyone."

"Manjiro, Merry Christmas!"