Chuuya is sitting in the car, waiting for the countdown to start. He glances around and sees other street racer in all kind of streets race cars. But he will win, he knows that. He glances back to the front only to the the street girl- I mean boy, Dazai. He's holding the flag up and the countdown starts. Dazai is wearing a red crop top and matching shorts, with black-and-white checkered patterns running down the sides of his arms and legs, echoing the racing flags. The crop top exposes his midriff, and the shorts fit snugly. Those clothes are usually for girls is what Chuuya was thinking, but Dazai seems not give any fuck about it as he was grinning widely.