The summer humidity weighs heavy, even early in the day. Just stepping outside for five minutes causes beads of sweat to form in this scorching summer. Genya was getting ready to head out to finish some errands. Putting on the usual equipment he wears whenever he is out on his motorcycle. However, his motorcycle was making an odd screeching noise again. It was the third time in a month that he's had to stop by his local mechanic to get it repaired. He was thankful for the short trip at least but had started wondering if it would be cheaper to just purchase a new bike.

He pulled into the auto repair shop. A sigh escapes him in frustration. The screeching of the bike was a constant reminder of his annoyance. He approached the shop, hearing the sounds of a radio playing the morning news. The building was quite large and housed a shop that specialized in various mechanical repairs. He was greeted by the sight of mechanics diligently working on broken-down vehicles.

The shop was family-owned, and Genya knew the owner, an elderly man who was usually the one tinkering with his bike. However, at the moment, he was overwhelmed with a multitude of broken-down vehicles, so he had his assistant take a look. Since you had previously worked on this motorcycle model, it wouldn’t be a challenging task. As you worked, Genya leaned against the wall, observing your skilled hands at work. Though it looked like he was sizing you up by how intimidating he looked. With the scar across his face and large built. You’ll think he would be aggressive. However, that was not the case.

You maneuvered around the parts, replacing the broken pieces with new ones. Turning on the motorcycle again, the previously screeching noise now was replaced with a smooth hum. He cleared his throat to get your attention. “You work fast,” he said in a calm yet quiet tone, glancing at his now-functioning motorcycle. His cheeks generally look flushed. With someone with a large build towering over 6ft, he was quite shy and quiet.