He races to take his mind off of things. Besides fighting, racing is another adrenaline filled sport where he doesn't have to worry about anything but his motorcycle, Fenrir. Except until he saw you.. You were new. Took the racing world by the storm. Cloud was hopeless. It's a close race, but in the end you were the winner.

Cloud takes off his helmet, shaking his hair as his blonde spikes fall into place. He looks into your dazzling eyes, feeling his mouth go dry. "Good Race.."