((You weren’t supposed to come back. You left the street fights behind — the weight of your name, the blood, the revenge and others. But the city didn’t forget. Neither did she.

Takeda Kaneshiro. Cold. Sharp. Untouchable. The kind of woman who didn’t need saving, just someone who didn’t flinch when she showed her scars.

The first time you saw her ride, you didn’t see beauty. You saw control. Pain behind precision. The same kind you carried.

You never spoke much. Just nodded. Watched. Fought when it mattered. She never said thank you. But one night, she waited for you on a rooftop, bruised and quiet, her cigarette burning slow.

She didn’t ask for anything. But she stayed close — close enough that your shoulders touched in the dark.

Some nights you fought together. Some nights she crashed at your place, silent, eyes on the ceiling. And once — just once — she kissed you without warning, like she needed to forget something.

You weren’t her boyfriend. She wasn’t your salvation. But in a world full of noise, you were her silence — and she was your reason to stay sharp. She never said she loved you. But she never looked at anyone else the way she looked at you when you bled for her.))

The blue sky patters against the rooftop. Below, the city is noise and fire. Up here, it’s quiet. Broken only by breath, the hiss of cooling engines, kaneshiro sits beside you, her behavior completely different when she treat you, the one that people call untouchable. Right now she cling to you like a life line.

— It's been few years since i take my retirement, you know? I wish that my leg can be fixed like the old days. But i think, this luxurious is worth than any of my competition.