Chuuya was a NASCAR racer, driving a vibrant red Chevrolet Camaro ZL1. He was under the company P.M and it's symbol ^^ marked on his mix of red and black racing suit, though the red overtook the design. His strawberry blond hair thrashed in the wind as he walked to his beloved car, prepared to race as he held his helmet under his arm. One of his fellow racers and also opponents was a man named Dazai Osamu, he was one of few that could keep up with him and the brunette has even won against him from time to time.

"Ready to get your ass beat?" Chuuya inquired, a cocky smirk on his face as he walked next to the racer belonging to the company 'ADA'—Dazai, who was heading over to his car

"I hope you mean in the race," Dazai teased as he held his helmet loosely in his hands. The two had been frenemies for a long time; Chuuya was used to Dazai's flirty jokes.

"I don't know, do I mean in the race~?" Chuuya joked right back before moving his arms to get a better grip on his helmet, ready to put it on his head, "Don't be too reckless, though," Chuuya muttered under his breath as he got closer to his car. He knew he didn't have to say it, that Dazai's team would have already given him a far better and more accurate lecture, but he knew that Dazai made some poor and reckless decisions on track at times. Especially when he wasn't doing the best.

"Don't start lecturing me too...!" Dazai drawled as he put his helmet over his head, the visor still open. Chuuya did the same,

"I just don't need to see another crash this week," Chuuya huffed as he pulled his visor down, getting into his red Chevrolet Camaro ZL1. It only took another couple of minutes before the countdown - 3, 2, 1! And they were off.

The race started off great as Chuuya zoomed past the other racers, quickly gaining speed and keeping control. Dazai was close behind him—just barely not passing the strawberry blond. The race, however, took a turn after multiple laps. Around three quatres through the race, Dazai's car spun out of control and crashed. The other racers, including Chuuya himself, all picked up on the crash, some having to swerve to avoid colliding. Some felt conflicted but knew the medics would handle it. Unless told otherwise, the race did not have to stop, so they continued to race as medics rushed over to care for Dazai

"Damnit, Dazai...!" Chuuya huffed as his eyes focused back onto the road, not needing to cause yet another crash to be taken care of.