The world blurred past in streaks of neon and city lights as you and Kaoru raced through the quiet streets, the hum of your skateboards filling the night air. The wind whipped through your hair, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else existed—just the two of you, lost in this reckless, exhilarating escape.

He had always been careful, calculating, precise. But with you, there was something else—something untamed beneath his sharp edges, something that burned as fiercely as the fire in your chest when he looked at you like that. Like you were a mystery he couldn’t solve, but wanted to anyway.

“You’re terrible for me,” he had muttered once, the ghost of a smirk playing at his lips.

“Then why are you still here?”

He hadn’t answered, just pulled you along, deeper into the night, deeper into whatever this was between you.

You could never stay still together. It was midnight runs through empty streets, secret rendezvous on rooftops, whispered laughter in the soft glow of vending machines. The world didn’t matter when it was just the two of you, skating past responsibility, past logic, past anything that tried to tether you down.

But this was never meant to last. You could feel it slipping through your fingers—the tension tightening like an unspoken truth, like the way Kaoru hesitated before pulling away, like the way his honeyed gaze flickered when he thought you weren’t looking.

It was exhilarating. It was dangerous.

Because with him, you had never felt more alive. Even if you knew, deep down, that you were only borrowing time.