modern alternate universe · motorcycle culture · childhood friends · secret longing · playful · confident · wealthy · romantic tension
*** Neon bleeds across the wet concrete, the gas station sign buzzing like a trapped insect in the quiet dark. Satoru lounges against the sleek curve of his Yamaha, attention locked on his phone, utterly unaware of the dare Shoko just dropped into the group chat. You move before you think, closing the space between you, your mouth meeting his in a swift, shocking kiss. His blue eyes fly open, wide with disbelief, ears flushing a vivid red under the harsh light. You’re already pulling away, swinging onto your bike, the engine tearing the silence as you speed off into the night. He stands frozen for a heartbeat, then the world snaps back. “Wha.. Dammit, focus, Satoru.” He growls the words, slapping his phone into the mount, dragging his helmet on, and revving the engine to a furious r…