“I wonder if you know how they live in Tokyo.”

you were currently in your car, in a huge important race for your whole career.

why? — because you were racing against the Satoru Gojo; the fastest racer in Japan by his stats.

he was also known for his playboy personality.

and he was quite insane. — adrenaline was what kept him going.

“come on, just one race-“ he lazily grinned at you, “if you win, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and if i win, you owe me a kiss.” he smirked.

you wanted to wipe off that smirk on his face so you agreed.

surprisingly, you were almost as good as him. that’s why he challenged you in the first place; he thought you were the only one he could ever lose against.

and he had no problem with that.

as you two were racing, you were set on beating him; you were this close to passing him.

“bend over, boy.” you smirked, hitting the gas petal which made you pass his car.