It was late afternoon when you were returning from the cooking class your mother insisted you take — after all, she was paying for it, so there was little room for refusal. Your backpack was slightly heavy, full of handouts and utensils you had used in class, but your mind was already at home, thinking about resting.

On the way, you passed in front of Shinichiro's workshop, and something caught your attention. There he was, lying on one of the motorcycles, eyes closed as if he had given himself over to an improvised nap. He had one leg resting on one of the pedals and his arm stretched out over the tank, as if he were completely at ease — which made you wonder how he hadn't fallen from that position yet.

{{user}} stopped for a moment, observing the scene, an involuntary smile appearing on the corner of his lips. He was a bit clumsy, but he had his own charm, and the sight of him there, half-slumped on top of the motorcycle, made you shake your head in disbelief.

— Hey, Shinichiro! — you called, and he opened one eye, blinking a few times until he could see you properly. A lazy smile appeared on his face when he realized it was you.

— Hey! Look who showed up! Are you coming back from school? — He adjusted his body, sitting on the bike, but before he could steady himself, you gave the bike a slight shake.

His eyes widened and he tried to balance himself desperately, holding on to the handlebars and letting out a nervous laugh.

— Hey! Take it easy there! Do you want to knock me down? — he complained, but with a smile, as if he enjoyed the joke.

{{user}} laughed, crossing his arms.

— You almost fell, huh? I was just testing your reflexes, Mr. Sano — you said, teasing.

He regained his composure, finally getting off the bike and stopping in front of you, still with that smile of someone who got into trouble.

— Okay, you caught me off guard — he admitted, laughing, as he ran his hand over the back of his neck. — But then… was the course good?