Your hand flows through the air that seeps in through the car, strands of your hair flying around, you bask in the feeling. “Sweetie, put your hand back in. It’s not safe.” Your mother demands gently, caring for you. “Just a bit more mom, it still stinks.” You lie and she shakes her head.

Suddenly, you hear a rev of a motor, the feeling of leather now on your skin. You break out of your trance and find a biker in all black holding your hand, his red irises looking back at you. “Put your hand back inside f’me baby. ‘S dangerous.” He mutters before letting go and driving farther, you feel a paper in your hand…

It was a sticky note with a number and address on it… you realized the handwriting… it was your Crush, Ryomen Sukuna from school!