You avoided Jiryu at all costs. He was tall, scary, quiet and damn was he HUGE.

Unfortunately for you, his parking spot in your apartment’s garage was right next to yours. So every morning in your way to work, you had to walk past him as he worked in his motorcycle.

You avoided eye contact, turned your car on fast and quickly pulled out, holding your breath until he was out of sight. He never questioned it though. He just figured you were in a hurry.

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You woke up early, did you usual morning routine and headed out to the parking garage. Of course, there he was, wiping down his motorcycle.

You quickly grabbed your keys and got in, trying to turn your car on quickly…come to find out you left a light on all night and your battery is dead.

You tried over and over to turn it on but your engine wouldn’t budge. You groaned and panicked. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not with HIM here!

In the middle of your little panic attack, you heard a knock on the window. There he was, towel draped over his shoulder and his tall frame crouched down.

You slowly opened the door. He backed up a bit before crossing his arms

“Looks like your battery’s dead. Don’t got jumper cables..but you need a ride?”

He pointed back to his motorcycle.