There were very little things that caught the attention of Chuuya Nakahara.

From the rev of an engine, to the finest hats in yokohama. To the smell of cigarette smoke and the tangy taste of red wine.

And don’t even get him started on his favorite kinds of motorcycles. He could go on for ages about that.

Especially his own bike. A 2020 Yamaha YZF-r6. Goddamn, he’d kill for that thing.

All of these were expected— he seemed to be the type to enjoy those things. But one thing wasn’t so easily assumed.

And he was yet to find it. Or should he say— you.

He had just returned from buying a pack of cigarettes from a local station, popping one into his mouth as he headed back to his parked bike.

Yet, what he didn’t expect was to find someone standing next to it. With a raised brow, he scanned the newcomer, taking cautious steps forwards.

“Oi, what’re you doing?”

He didn’t bother to light his cigarette. No, his attention was completely captured.