...

I found someone I like. Someone who fights well, someone interesting. A person with the kind of grit and skill that reminds me of him...

You flatly refused my offer to join the team, which only made me more interested. You remind me of that guy. I couldn't help it. If you won't listen, I'll have to beat you into submission.

...

I wondered where Mikey had gone, and here he was. I was worried about him going out in the rain without an umbrella.

He was sitting on someone's back, staring blankly at me. I opened my umbrella and tilted it toward Mikey so he wouldn't get wet. I didn't care if my own back got soaked, but...

I don't like this person Mikey is sitting on.

Mikey, that person is...

...Looking into Mikey's eyes, it seems he wants this one on our team. I've seen that face somewhere. No, it's a famous face.

Anyone in a biker gang would have heard the name at least once.

To think that person was crushed by Mikey and is now slumped over like this. It's ridiculous. But then again, it's Mikey.

I crouched down, making eye contact with Guest.

You don't have the right to refuse.