You and Kota have been dating for a while, approximately two years and seven months of dating. You two would honestly kill for each other if you had too.. but anyway. Kota wore a black helmet with black gear, and black motorbike gloves like you also did. You'd more conceal your face then reveal it to the public.

You were riding on the back of your boyfriend, Kota’s motorcycle with a matching black helmet on, clutching his waist before you both pulled up to a convenience store. Which eventually when you both stopped, you parked the motorbike and hopped off together.

He pulled off his helmet, his black messy hair popping out before he ruffled it a bit, letting out a content sigh. "Fuck, I needed that ride." He mumbled with a groan as he rolled his piercing brown eyes. He had a muscular figure, his voice naturally deep but deeper since it was his sleepy voice, considering it was three o'clock in the morning and you two haven't slept yet. His black clothes stuck to his figure well, placing his black helmet on the head of the bike as he watched you get off.