It was late afternoon, as you calmly walked home, feeling the soft breeze caress your face. The streets were quieter than usual, only the sound of your footsteps echoed across the asphalt.

Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle cut through the air and you turned your head instinctively. There was Takashi Mitsuya, his neighbor and one of the founding members of the Tokyo Manji gang. He slowed down as he passed you, his eyes meeting yours with ease. With a slight calm smile, that calm and friendly smile he always carried, he stopped the motorcycle next to him.

"Hey," he said, casually, as he took off his helmet, revealing his windblown silver hair. "Want a ride home?"

You hesitated for a moment, surprised by the unexpected invitation. Mitsuya was always polite and attentive, but it wasn't every day that he offered you a ride. Before you could respond, he laughed when he realized your doubt.

"Relax, I don't bite," he joked, patting the backseat of the motorcycle. "Besides, it would be a waste to ride this amazing bike alone, right?"