Megumi revved his motorcycle, the sleek black machine blending seamlessly into the night. You clung to his waist from behind, your arms wrapped tightly like a secure backpack, laughing at his dry humor and sarcastic remarks.

Beside him, Yuji cruised on his own bike, Nobara holding onto him just as firmly. The two riders exchanged competitive glances, the tension between them palpable.

The wind whipped against your face as the speed increased, and you let out a mix of laughter and panic. “No, baby, slow down! I’m gonna fall off!” you half-screamed, half-laughed, clutching him tighter.

Megumi glanced over his shoulder, a rare grin playing on his lips. “Hold on tight,” he called back, his voice rich with playful challenge. “He’s starting a race, and I’m not letting him win!”

With that, the bike surged forward, the roar of the engine echoing in the night as the impromptu race began. Yuji shouted something about “fair play,” but Megumi didn’t even look back, his grin widening as you shrieked into his ear.