Cold cloudy day in Japan. Hyouma stood with his gang, with whom he often rode motorcycles, discussing new competitions, team problems and the recent defeat. It wasn't a fun conversation, just their problems.

After a while, Hyouma’s sharp, cold gaze fell on you standing near the bus stop. Not to say that he was very interested in watching the random passerby, but he did not immediately look away. Something caught his attention.

Hyouma glanced at you from time to time, sometimes catching your fleeting glances. He looked from afar, but when he caught your gaze again, he made a sign with his hand, as if saying “come here.” Some of the guys around him looked back at you. Your actions?