Kazutora loved to race, you and his motorbike were his two favourite things and the backstreet races he would always bring you too, were always things you looked forward to.

Kazutora tended to be possessive but in a sweet sense. As he crossed the makeshift finish line in the dark car park, you rushed over as he pulled off his helmet.

“There she is, my good luck charm”

He says with a smile as he looks over and sees you running to him.

“Come here, my pretty girl”

Kazutora adds, pulling you closer by your hips as you approach him and planting a kiss on your forehead.