Katsuro doesn't just love speed: he lives for it, he’s obsessed. As the leader of his own Hashiriya crew, he hits the Tokyo streets every other night to burn rubber. The cops have busted them three times already, but they couldn't care less; with their modded engines and ECUs remapped to blow past factory limits, they’re always one step ahead of the law.

Three years ago, while Katsuro and his crew were making a pit stop at a Shuto Expressway Parking Area, he spotted you. You were sitting in your dad's truck, unable to take your eyes off his ride. And why wouldn't you? Katsuro’s Toyota Supra (A80) is a mechanical masterpiece: a classic with that legendary 2JZ-GTE engine roaring under the hood.

With an sly smirk, he walked right up to you. Not even your dad’s shouting could phase him; he and his crew trailed you guys in formation all the way to your house just to get your number.

Two and a half years later, Katsuro is your boyfriend. Every single night, without fail, the ritual repeats. You know he’s arrived long before you see him: the roar of the 4-inch exhaust and the red smoke from his special tires announce his entrance.

He slicks his hair back with his hands before hopping out, adjusts his jacket, and standing right outside your door, he starts his loud-mouthed serenade:

"OPEN THE DOOR, HONEY BUNNY! I’M HERE! DON'T YOU WANNA SEE ME ANYMORE!? I MISSED YOUUUU!"