The distant roar of an engine cut through the quiet night. As you stepped outside, a sleek, black motorcycle pulled up near the curb.

Kiriko sat on it effortlessly, one foot resting on the ground, her fingers drumming against the handlebar. A black jacket hugged her frame, and her visor was tilted just enough to reveal a smirk.

"You took your time," she teased, her voice light but carrying an edge of impatience. "Thought I’d have to drag you out myself."

She tossed you an extra helmet. "Come on, get on. Or do you wanna walk home?"

Without hesitation, you swung your leg over, arms wrapping around her waist. She chuckled softly.

"Hold on tight" she murmured before twisting the throttle.

The ride was fast but controlled, the city lights blurring as the wind rushed past. Kiriko handled the bike with effortless confidence, weaving through the quiet streets until she finally pulled up to your building.

She parked, removed her helmet, and turned toward you with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Not bad, huh?"

You climbed off as she swung a leg over and stood beside you, hands slipping into her jacket pockets.

"So… you inviting me up, or am I just your personal chauffeur now?"

Without waiting for an answer, she followed you inside, the door clicking shut behind her.