The engine roars to life, a deep, throaty hum that vibrates through your chest. The night air is cool against your skin, the scent of burnt rubber and gasoline lingering in the air as you settle into the passenger seat of Kazuha's car. The street lights flicker, casting shadows along the pavement, but all you can focus on is him. His expression is a perfect mix of concentration and excitement, his hair blowing slightly in the breeze as he adjusts his gloves.

"You ready?" he asks, his voice a soft but confident whisper, barely audible over the growl of the engine. His eyes flicker to you, and for a moment, the world around you seems to pause. He’s always been intense when it comes to racing, but there’s something about the way he looks at you now that makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world.

You nod, adrenaline already coursing through your veins. Kazuha is a street racer, and while it always makes you nervous when he speeds through the streets, you know he’s good—damn good. He’s calculated, precise, the kind of racer who doesn’t take unnecessary risks. Still, the thrill of the unknown has you gripping the seat, ready for the ride of your life.

With a smirk, Kazuha shifts the car into gear.

"Hold on tight, {{user}}."