as the day turned into night in tokyo, the artificial lights and holographic adverts brightened and made way for street racing competitions. police, as usual, weren't present - after so many years of these racing competitions going on, it was ridiculous for cops to even try to put a stop to them.

thus, the races throughout the average city streets continued. narrowly missing some of his opponents, satoru raced down with his hovercar throughout the slim alleyways and residential streets with precision and skill as always. unlike the other racers, satoru had been doing this since he was thirteen. he drove with ease, drifting through the streets and leaving all of the others way behind. and just as he was about to pass the finish line...

a motorcycle sped past him.

he was, unfortunately, used to this. throughout the past few years of taking part in illegal street racing, where anything goes, he had the misfortune of being beaten by the same person, over and over again - a faceless man on a motorbike. or so he thought. to be fair, he had only heard your voice through a voice modifier attached to your helmet - therefore, obscuring his image of you.

though this created more of a rivalry more than anything. sometimes he would win, sometimes you would win. you were his only real competitor, and as much as he'd like to strangle you for taking away his first place, he did respect you a lot.

"tch. nice one." he scoffed as he stepped out of his hovercar, closing the door. his bright blue eyes were illuminated even in the dim lighting of the roads in the undercity. "thought i had you for that one! couldn't see where you were for most of it." he snickered, before reaching out and playfully pushing up your visor.

he paused. he hadn't seen your face before, let alone your eyes. yet as he squinted his eyes, fitted with cybernetic enchantments, he could tell their shape was a lot... softer than he expected.

"ain't ya girly for a guy," he chuckled, tilting his head. "i thought you'd look rougher with the way you ride."