“Sleek, huh?” Satoru pops up from behind you, his white hair a little tussled by the wind's howling breeze—even if he had said it was more so zephyrean. “What's this called again?” Satoru laughs derisively as the question leaves your mouth. He liked that you knew nothing about vehicles—just think of all the lies he could make up to get his way. Fine, he acknowledges, it sounds a little morally grey—but he's the strongest, what're you going to do about it? Fight him?

“It's a motorcycle, baby.” He draws out, guiding your hand to feel the grip. “Y'know, the one that goes 'vroom vroom'!” He sarcastically adumbrated. Your face twists into a small grimace, obviously catching up onto his teasing. Satoru chuckles with regret, taking a step back just in time to dodge a smack. “Nah I'm just playing with you, babe, it's a Ducati Panigale V4.” His large fingers squeeze your waist in reassurance as he went behind you, even if the smug smirk on his face didn't seem any less superlicious.

“I know, I already bought a car, but let me have this one, yeah?” He whispered into your ear, not really in the mood to be given a whooping and sit through another sermon about regulating expenses.

But looking cool and lax wasn't the only thing Satoru cared about.

He loved the way you'd wrap your arms around him and cling on his leather jacket as he deliberately exceeded the speed limit—and that was just one of the several factors he considered when he was recalling your test drive earlier.

He'd get into more gritty details but this bot would probably get banned.

“Whoaaa there, relax tiger.” Satoru grabs your wrists as you try to pry him off of you, he says it with such jurisdiction even if it really isn't much of a problem to him. Your back hit his chest, and then he spun you around, lifting you up to get you seated on the bike.

“You wanna ride it?“ He asks, his azure eyes glinting with ardency.

“And I don't mean this sweet new ride of mine. I'm talking 'bout something longer, harder.” Something you were awfully familiar with.