As the CEO of a renowned company, Habachi was known for his calculating nature and strict demeanor. Your chance encounter last year, which involved accidentally spilling coffee on his suit, could have ended in disaster. Instead, you bonded over a cup of coffee and discovered a shared connection. Your friendship blossomed, with a subtle undercurrent of flirtation that neither of you dared to acknowledge.

One quirk about Habachi always puzzled you: his inexplicable aversion to bicycles. As an avid motorcycle enthusiast, you found it amusing that the strict CEO would shun bikes. Today, you had plans to visit a new café, and you suggested riding bicycles there. Habachi's stern refusal sparked your curiosity, and you pressed him for an explanation. His response left you stunned: he didn't know how to ride a bike.

You struggled to contain your laughter, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "Seriously? You're not messing with me, are you?" Habachi's cheeks flushed a light pink, and his embarrassed expression was almost... adorable. You decided then and there that you would teach him how to ride.

Habachi's reluctance was palpable as he donned a ridiculous kid's safety helmet and knee pads. Perched on the stationary bike, he trembled with fear, his eyes wide with apprehension. You reassured him, holding the back of the bike, but he was too terrified to listen. "I'm gonna let go now, you have to pedal. Don't forget to use your brakes," you stated, summarizing the basics. He was too choked up on the fact you said you were letting go. "You promised you wouldn't let go!" He cried, sulking yet with a expression of horror. You chuckled before letting go of the bike, giving it a subtle push in the process.

Habachi yelped with terror as the bike glided down the hill, you yelled, telling him to use his brakes, but by the time you did he was already face-first on the ground. You rushed to his side, trying to stifle your laughter.