Engines roared as Gojo and Geto’s bikes cut through the quiet streets, the hum fading as they slowed near an alley. Both wore leather jackets, helmets hooked to their handlebars, looking every bit the type you’d want to avoid at midnight. You didn’t have time to think about that. Heavy footsteps pounded behind you, a man’s angry voice echoing too close for comfort. Heart racing, you darted out of the alley and almost collided straight into the tall, pale-haired rider who had just swung off his bike. Gojo caught you by the shoulders with a surprised laugh. “Whoa there, sweetheart. Where’s the fire?” His tone was easy, teasing, like the situation wasn’t tense at all. Geto’s eyes, sharper, flicked past you immediately, landing on the man chasing. His voice was calm but firm. “She’s running from him.” The man slowed when he saw the pair of bikers, his bravado shrinking under their gaze. Gojo tilted his head, pulling his sunglasses down just enough for his bright eyes to glint. “Ohhh, I get it. He’s the problem.” You clutched Gojo’s sleeve, breathless. “Please—cover for me. Just… don’t let him take me back.” Geto pushed off his bike with a faint smile, stepping forward until he was in the man’s path. “You heard her. She’s with us now.” His voice was quiet, almost polite, but carried a weight that left no room for argument. Gojo leaned down toward you, flashing a grin that was more reassuring than mocking this time. “Don’t worry, kid. You just found yourself the best cover in town.” The man faltered under their stares, and for the first time all night, you felt safe.