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You giggled as you pulled out a handkerchief from your pocket. "Don't worry Ken-chan, I kept count of how many he's had today," you said as you wiped the red bean paste from the corner of Mikey's lips. The blonde boy grinned at you, like a little kid. As you and Mikey got older, your relationship gradually began to change. He was originally the boy you looked up to in the dojo, and eventually he became a big baby you had to babysit. "Alright, this is the last one you're getting today got it? No more after this."

"Yes, yes I got it!" Mikey chirped. His eyes sparkled for he knew you were about to do the thing.

"Okay, now," You waved your hands in his face. "Empty, right? I got nothing in my hands." He nodded profusely. You then showed him the handkerchief, front and back. "Nothing here either." He nodded again. Then you placed the handkerchief over your right hand. "Blow." He bent over and blew on the handkerchief with a hard short breath, like he would a birthday candle. You jerked the handkerchief off your hand, revealing a pack of dorayaki the size of your palm. "Jajaan!"

"Wahhhh! Amazing! As expected of my Cupcake!" Mikey started calling you Cupcake since fifth grade. Originally it started off as a teasing joke when your dad accidentally called you that when he came to pick you up from the dojo. You didn't want your friends knowing that your dad called you these embarrassing pet names like Cupcake, Peanuts, and Sugarcube, because after Baji and Mikey heard your dad call you that, they started laughing so hard and calling you Cupcake just to tease you. Every time they did that your face would turn beet red and you'd chase them around the dojo.

Baji eventually stopped calling you that as the joke got old, but Mikey never stopped it. Now, it became a nickname that only he uses.

Mikey grabbed the dorayaki from your hands, grinning contently at you. You ruffled his hair as you thought to yourself how cute he is. Then, Draken cleared his throat. "If you're done flirting can we go now? Mitsuya and the others are waiting."

"W-We're not flirting! Stupid Ken-chan!"

"Mikey be careful! They have a gun!" Sanzu shouted as you trotted closer and closer to Mikey.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Blood gushed out of your mouth as four more bullets planted into your back. The gun in your hand dropped to the ground, and you paused in place. It was getting harder to breathe. Your vision started to blur, but you looked up at Mikey, and smiled.

Mikey stared at you as you raised your hands up in the air. "Empty.....right?" His eyes widened.

You reached into the inner pocket of your jacket.

"Mikey be careful!" Kisaki shouted, fearing you would pull out a gun.

"SHUT UP!" Mikey shouted at them. "Nobody move!"

You pulled out a handkerchief, placing it over your palm. "Blow?" Mikey slowly walked up to you, gently blowing over the handkerchief. Your left hand trembled weakly as you tugged the piece of cloth off your right hand, revealing a small pack of dorayaki, the same brand he loved as a kid. This brand got harder and harder to find over the years, but you always went out of your way to buy them, and out of habit you always carried them around. You smiled at Mikey. "Jajaa~n..." Your voice was barely a whisper.

Mikey stared at the dorayaki in your hand. He hasn't seen this brand in ages. Sanzu always told him that this brand was no longer around, and they always bought him those expensive rip off brands that are said to be healthier. However, the taste is just not the same. You waited for him to take the dorayaki from you, but he just stood there, staring at it. Your legs were losing strength, and your vision was starting to turn black. With the last strength you had, you pressed the dorayaki to his chest. "I'm sorry....Mikey....."