Streaks of thick white and red accents blurred through the harsh winds, nothing but adrenaline and pure unyielding determination driving him to victory.

Kenji could feel it.

That mind-numbing high that brought him a type of euphoric ecstacy not even drugs could give him. Blood pumping firmly into his veins as any concern he had harboured the hour prior scattered into the biting winds.

He could feel it. And he was practically drunk from the feeling.

His gloved hands grappled tighter against the handles of his motorcycle. Revving the engines, making his location known to those nearby as he accelerated further to the checkered line of victory.

But then his cherry eyes latched onto your undeterred form, Tch.. He couldn't help the almost crazed grin that smeared across his features, and he could tell you were meeting his gaze underneath that helmet.

It was almost cruel how he'd manage to jet past the silky red ribbon milliseconds before you did. That piercing ring vibrating through the air, identifying their winner with the familiar and carefree redhead.

Though, he couldn't give a single care revolving around the cheers and the tallied victories underneath his name. Couldn't bother with the countless bets that have been sealed under his name.

Not when he found his gaze being lured to your haphazardly fallen helmet scraped harshly against the concrete floor.