The love that started when I picked up Mikey

The twins and I were stunned.

I don't know why Mikey suddenly became emotional, what about a small flag?

My gaze moved down and landed on his hips.

Mikey is standing sideways to us, so the curve of the hips is more prominent.

Is this peach butt real?

Kazuya was the first to speak: "Big brother, are you the kind of idiot who has been eating children's meals until now, and made a lot of noise without a small flag?"

Mikey choked.

he is.

But he would not admit it.

"Of course I'm not." Mikey said coldly, "Who would make such a fuss over such a thing?"

...Obviously you are doing the above behaviors right now==

"Big Brother's ass is so weird."

The lively and active Hiroto got close to Mikey's leg, stretched out his small hand and poked his ass.

With a poke, a small flag fell out of his hip pocket.

"What are you doing, kid?"

Another poke, and another small flag fell out.

——It turned out that he hid more than 100 flags in his butt pocket.

Small flags fell one after another, Mikey covered his buttocks, his face was... ashamed and angry.

Learned, a peach butt trick every day.

I suppressed my smile and helped him out: "I'm sorry, Kazuya and Hiroto, these are the flags to be sent to the nearby nursery schools, so I can't give them to you."

The twin brothers were very considerate. They knelt down and helped pick up the small flags, while comforting me: "It's okay, sister, we are not ignorant brats."

Mikey's face darkened even more, and he was still annoyed when he returned to the apartment after breakfast.

I thought it was kind of fun, but also sure the magic chocolate still works.

The reason he wasn't as obviously childish as before was because he was sober.

In short, yesterday's Mikey acted like a baby, but now he acts like a baby secretly.

"Okay, don't be angry." I stretched out my hand and poked his bulging cheek, and that place shrunk in an instant.

Mikey looked at me with complicated eyes.

"Do you do this to strangers?" he asked.

—I'm jealous.

At this time, we should follow his will and coax the children.

"Of course not, only for Lord Mikey."

He looked away and said, "Oh."

——I'm sorry.

Considering Mikey is easily shy, I won't tease him.

"Let's have breakfast too. You've been busy for a while, you must be hungry."

I kept two omurices, one ceviche, one grilled mushroom, one vegetable salad, and Mikey's favorite dorayaki and taiyaki.

Mikey pushed the vegetable salad aside in disgust, took out a flag and stuck it on his omurice.

I thought to myself, this guy is really childish.

"You just plant a flag for yourself and not one for me?"

I have never eaten children's meals, nor have I paid attention to Xiaoqi, but I just think his sense of ritual is very cute.

Mikey held the spoon in his mouth and pretended not to hear my request.

"Okay, then I won't talk about it, my relationship with the head of the first black dragon—"

A small blue flag was immediately inserted on my omelet rice.

Mikey muttered reluctantly, "You're going to laugh at me, and you're going to intervene yourself."

"I didn't laugh at you." I pulled out the little flag and said, "I just want to experience your happiness."

Mikey fell silent and lowered his head to pick up the rice.

"Actually, this is the second time I ran away from home. The last time I ran away from home was in the summer when I was five years old. At that time, I met the owner of the special attack uniform, Mr. Shinichiro."

I spoke calmly, and Mikey listened calmly.

Behind him is the floor-to-ceiling window of the balcony, and the morning sun shines in through the window glass, making his face a little pale.

The summer when I met Mr. Shinichiro was the same as the summer when I met Mikey. The sky was very blue and the clouds were as white as a dream.

My father and I quarreled over trivial matters, and I lost the quarrel, so I didn't tell the housekeeper, got into the transport truck that came to deliver the bonsai and left home.

"I fell asleep in the car. When I woke up, I felt that I was very powerful. I was going to pretend to be a Japanese big sister because of my cuteness, but I accidentally fell into the sewer."

Not only broke the arms and legs, but also made it dirty and smelly, not cute.

"I kept calling for help, but no one noticed. My family couldn't find me, because I didn't want them to catch me quickly before I left home, so I threw the positioning watch on the road."

The truth is to cheat yourself.

"I was hungry and thirsty, the mosquitoes bit me and cried, and I couldn't sleep."

I was only five years old at the time, and I had experienced a lifetime of despair.

"After one day and one night, my voice became hoarse. When I heard the sound of a locomotive above, I immediately called for help. In fact, people outside should not be able to hear it."

But fate made a good joke.

Shinichiro's motorcycle broke down suddenly, and it happened to stop beside the sewer.

So he found me dying down there.

"As the chief, he just sent a younger brother to rescue me, but he came down to save me himself."

"Seeing that I was shivering from the cold, he took off his special attack suit and wrapped me up to keep warm..."

Mikey on the opposite side showed a sad expression immersed in memories.

"Mr. Shinichiro saved my life, but unfortunately he has passed away."

He looked even more sentimental.

"Mikey, try the ceviche."

Mikey shook his head: "I don't eat spicy food."

"Sweet and spicy, it's sweeter." I poured a little onto his plate, "Take a taste."

He was moved by the phrase "sweeter": "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Our family's family banquet must have this dish every year."

He took hold of the spoon and took a sip.

Then--

"Cough cough cough—so spicy!"

A little spicy made his face flushed, and he almost choked up tears. He drank half a glass of milk before he recovered.

"I shouldn't have been fooled by you!" He said bitterly.

"You have to try more in life." I rubbed my nose, "Speaking of which, I failed to confess my love to Mr. Shinichiro, but as compensation, he arranged for his brother to be my boyfriend."

Mikey's expression became very strange: "You haven't seen his brother, have you?"

——Yo, I'm starting to get jealous again.

"I haven't seen it."

The corners of Jiu Tanzi's eyes twitched: "Then you guys still arrange it so hastily?"

"I thought before, if he is as tall and reliable as Mr. Shinichiro, then I will just say 'hey, husband'. If he doesn't obey, I will kidnap him morally and brainwash him. He has to obey his elder brother's arrangement."

All the taiyaki fell from Mikey's mouth.

"What if it's not high?"

"Then just 'Hey, brother'." I said disapprovingly, "I can't just do what my elder brother says, children should have their own opinions."

Mikey couldn't be more shocked by my double standard.

"Just kidding." I picked up the taiyaki that he had dropped and stuffed it back into his mouth, "My father did the research for me. Mr. Shinichiro doesn't have a younger brother, he only has a younger sister."

Mikey quietly nibbled on the taiyaki.

He didn't comment on this encounter, which I thought was very touching.

"Don't you have any after hearing it?" I was a little dissatisfied.

He swallowed what was in his mouth, and murmured: "Brother didn't lie to me, it really is..."

I didn't hear clearly: "Who didn't lie to you?"

He turned his head and looked at me blankly.

...Probably because he realized that he had no hope of promotion.

"Mikey, can I ask you a few questions?"

He recovered and said, "You ask."

"How long have you been a bosozoku?"

He thought for a while: "Six years."

"Will you attend every rally?"

Mikey: "Of course I'm going to be there."

"Do you take part in every fight?"

"Basically not absent."

"Then have you ever been a sub-captain or sub-captain?"

He shook his head: "No."

"Even once?"

"No."

It's too awful.

A model worker with a 100% attendance rate and six years of horse racing experience, but he didn't even get a sub-team vice-captain. No wonder he wants to jump to another team.

"Your fellow Santu Jun, is he the team leader or vice-captain?"

"No."

To make matters worse, the people who care about him are also mazi, and it is doomed to hope for three ways to promote Mikey.

"It's okay, Mikey."

I patted his head, and after thinking for a long time, I choked out a sentence of encouragement: "...The most important thing is to participate."

Mikey tilted his head and hummed.

At this moment, Granny Mi's anxious voice came from the door: "It's not good, it's not good! Fuyouzi, and the young man who pursues Fuyouzi, something happened on the third floor!"

The author says:

The young man who pursues Fuyuzu: I have never been the captain or vice-captain of the sub-team [after all, I have always been the chief]

Myself Santu: I really can't promote Mikey [after all, I am the subordinate]