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PROLOGUE / BLURB OF FIRST CHAPTER

Tokyo Japan, welcomed you back like an old, healed scar. You couldn’t ignore it, no matter how much you tried to; it crawled back, incredibly familial and aching.

After 3 years of studying abroad, within the neighbouring country, the infamous heart of South Korea; chasing a void of fueling purpose that no longer filled once you poured it. returning home to Tokyo, felt less like closure and more like a surrender. Your dreams didn’t feel accomplished, but merely a dull, thud against your heart, wondering when it’ll ever break through.

Your beloved, but most important annoying cousin, takeomi, was your only constant variable since you left tokyo at 19, only a few tedious months after Highschool Graduation. The opportunity to run, well, fly, was far more easier than staying. Ridding everything behind that you somewhat built, with a belief system that the grass was greener over the other side.

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And now here you are, standing in the middle of Haneda Airport, waiting impatiently for takeomi to call you, directing you where he is to pick you up. Because well, he’s the only thing you have left here, home. the taste of that word felt empty on your tongue. you were back at first base, where you promised yourself that you wouldnt come back to once you stepped foot on the soil of land millions of kilometres away from you. Nonetheless you’ve achieved that…to an extent, you thought maybe, just maybe you would return later than JUST 3 years. it was bittersweetly horrifying.

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- FIC INFORMATION -

UNDERGROUND RACING TEAMS INFO

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THE BONTEN ENIGMAS :

manjiro sano (mikey) THE LEADER: drives a matte black Nissan GT-R R35. TOP 3 of the underground racing scene, he’s vicious but chilled, ultimately drives like he owns any road or corner he takes, weathering other racers with his exceptional ability and skills.

sanzu haruchiyo SECOND IN COMMAND: Drives a white chrome Porsche 911 Turbo S (992). He’s a reckless, but definently a captivating, meticulous driver. he has a bad reputation of focusing more on taking out his opponents then actually winning races, because he thinks it’s humorous for the audience.

Kakucho Hitto THIRD IN COMMAND: drives a silver BMW M4 Competition (G82). The most cautious driver, but don’t be fooled, he can get aggressive pretty easily if someone clips or knicks his precious supercar in a race. He’s also a complete strategist.

Hajime Kokonoi THE DRIFTER: drives a wine red Toyota GR Supra (A90). he’s suprisingly calm, calculated and impossibly controlled… he makes every drift look intentional with passion, whilst everyone else fights to stay on the road. the precision on this guy would waiver you.

Ran Haitani THE WILDCARD: drives a midnight purple metallic Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat Redeye. he’s unpredictable really, and very theatrical. He race more on instinct, rather than strategy, much unlike kakucho. He’s a risk taker, not even his team can predict or guess his next move. He gets bored easily, and loves the chase of his own passion.

Rindou Haitani THE TECHMACHINE: drives a hot pink McLaren 570S (are we surprised?) he doesn’t race as much as the others, but don’t paint him wrong, when he drives. It’s a show. But, he’d rather be on the sidelines, modifying the cars, treating it more like science. he relies more on his understanding of physics and engineering to race and adjust, he’s basically a secret tyrant.

Akashi Takeomi THE MECHANIC: drives a yellow Chevrolet Corvette C8 Z06 (your cousin btw). He knows every bolt, every wire, every flaw beneath the hood. If something falls apart, breaks, or fails, he’s got it fixed before anyone notices. He rarely drives, and focuses more on fixing the others cars than being on the road itself. The members value his speed, care and a crazy eye of attention to detail.

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THE MANJI VIPERS :

Ken Ryuguji (draken) THE LEADER: drives a black and white Porsche 718 Cayman GT4 RS. He’s much like Mikey on the road, also in the TOP 3. He’s more passive aggressive, and doesn’t mind dabbling in wrecking his rivals, like the bonten enigmas, as much as they are ‘friendly’.. outside of racing, he makes sure to dominate the roads when it’s game time.

Mitsuya Takashi SECOND IN COMMAND/ACE: drives a forest green chrome Audi R8 V10 Performance. He’s a sweetheart on the outside, but as soon as he steps into the drivers seat? Oh, he’s not even in your vision anymore. He’s smooth, almost silent as he closing in on whoever’s behind, infront, or next to him on the road. he can do anything, hot laps, drifting, bumper to bumper, etc.

Kazutora Hanemiya THE REAPER: drives a black and yellow Lotus Emira V6. He’s a total pain to be up against, people think he’s insane. But..a more tamer driver version of sanzu. He focuses more on smashing and banging up opponents in races, reckless and dangerous to be even a few meters near him on the road. But he’s also very calculated, and can ‘lock in’ when it comes to serious races.

Keisuke Baji THE SPEED DEMON: drives a metallic orange Lamborghini Gallardo LP560-4. He drives like G-force doesn’t exist at all, and accelerates until his foot is sore. His opponents, even teammates, second guess themselves when they drive against or with him.

Matsuno Chifuyu THE SLEEPER: drives a gold Mitsubishi Evo IX. He’s underrated mostly, given his name. he only just fairly got recruited, and is a renown prodigy now. He doesn’t race as much as draken or the others, but when he does, he mostly wins, especially in drift laps. he treats the road like his personal canvas.

Seishu inui THE MECHANIC: drives a white Ford Mustang Dark Horse. He may be ‘young’, but his hands work like they’ve been modifying and fixing up cars before time was figured out. When any of his teams members get wrekt in a race, he immediately starts repairing, ordering replacements, and is respected by his peers. He barely races, he cares too much about cars, like they are his prized possession.

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THE BLOOD PHANTOMS: (this team makes no sense I’m sorry)

Izana Kurokawa THE LEADER: drives a red Ferrari 488 GTB. He drives like he’s murderous, and not literally fortunately, but that’s his style. Aggressive. Powerful. He’s also in the TOP 3. He wants to dominate any race track or road his car is on. He’s careless for others, all he focuses on is being the best, and only the best.

Takemichi Hanagaki SECOND IN COMMAND: drives a purple Aston Martin DB11 AMR. As much as he’s second in command, he’s not the.. best.. driver. Let’s just put it that way. He’s trusted with the logistics of his team, rather than the road itself. He’s powerful outside of the tracks.

Shuji Hanma THE PREDATOR: drives a matte black Lamborghini Aventador LP700-4. He’s the wealthiest in his team, and is a GREAT gambler, mainly for sponsors. But shit, his driving is crazily strategical. He’s impulsive for sure, but he uses that ability to perform cuts, drifts, and overtaking that would have you furrowing your eyebrows.

Hakkai Shiba THE ANGEL/MECHANIC: drives a blue Maserati GranTurismo Trofeo. He drives cautiously, precisely, and doesn’t bother in attacking his opponents. He prefers straight races, that require less tactical skill and control. He’s also the mechanic, but he’s more tedious on fixing and repairing, as they’d rather just ‘buy’ replacement cars instead.

Wakasa Imaushi THE LAUNCH KING: drives a purple pagani Zonda LH 670. he’s the first to be in first place, he never suffers from whiplash with how fast his car launches from the starting position. But he faults 50/50, it either pushes him for the podium, but can get lost back behind. He’s like a coin, he either dominates or lays back, until something in him growls to beat the pursuit.

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there is more teams, such as

THE FINAL SAINTS, THE LEVIATHANS, THE VANTA AXIOMS, and THE KUROHANA ECHELONS.

However they less focused on, as they have no ‘significance’ yet until later in the chapters.

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You will find chapters uploaded/linked HERE:

zero hour chapter 1: PUBLISHED! (backstory/prologue and present time!)

deadlocked chapter 2: (to be uploaded / edited)

meet n greets chapter 3: (to be uploaded / edited)

pursuit of greed chapter 4: (to be uploaded / edited)

congratulations, mikey chapter 5: (to be uploaded / edited (SMUT HERE!)

after midnight chapter 6: (to be uploaded / edited)

Velvet violence chapter 7: (social media chapter/texting, in the making)

Road of glass chapter 8: (unwritten)

Teeth & chrome chapter 9 (unwritten)

the cost of speed chapter 10 (unwritten)

Close enough chapter 11 (unwritten / smut)

Raise the stakes chapter 12 (unwritten)

Club Ivy chapter 13 (unwritten / smut probably)

green light chapter 14 (social media chapter/ texting)

Winner takes all chapter 15 (unwritten / violent themes)

Checkmate, blood phantoms chapter 16 (unwritten / violent themes)

MORE TO COME (it’s gonna be a long fic I’ll hope to bless you all, this might continue until I die maybe)

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... In the cities underworld,

loyalty is worth more than money,

and losing a race can cost more than pride.

bonten learnt that years ago.

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BACKSTORY | PROLOGUE (you can skip this part if you want it just gives vital depth)

Tokyo Japan, welcomed you back like an old, healed scar. You couldn't ignore it, no matter how much you tried to; it crawled back, incredibly familial and aching.

After 3 years of studying abroad, within the neighbouring country, the infamous heart of South Korea; chasing a void of fueling purpose that no longer filled once you poured it. returning home to Tokyo, felt less like closure and more like a surrender. Your dreams didn't feel accomplished, but merely a dull, thud against your heart, wondering when it'll ever break through.

Your beloved, but most important annoying cousin, takeomi, was your only constant variable since you left tokyo at 19, only a few tedious months after Highschool Graduation. The opportunity to run, well, fly, was far more easier than staying. Ridding everything behind that you somewhat built, with a belief system that the grass was greener over the other side.

In your childhood memories, tokyo smelt like rain on pavement and late night food stalls tucked between glowing, smokey alleyways that were too incarcerated with the smell of charcoal and onion. Your mother would drag you through crowded markets with one hand wrapped tightly around yours, whilst your father was chasing business deals that NEVER ended well. It was unstable.

When your parents left tokyo, it was only two weeks before your 13th birthday; a celebration of adolescence and the turning point to becoming a teenager, it was a pinnacle point in every life journey. Your beliefs on home, belonging, and community changed over a course of a few days, was it selfish? They couldn’t hunch for.. just another week? ..for their only child? Who knows, but it sure felt like that.

Your mother internally resented raising you.. and unfortunately dealing with a slightly absent husband, malevolently used his privilege of being away for work against you both, suited best for her to commit to him and leave tokyo completely.

Your parents moved to Australia, albeit implying they would be home after a few weeks of travelling.. to ‘recalibrate’, a ‘needed’ break, they said.

they put you in the hands of your, ever so selfless aunt, under her wing. Your Aunt, herself, had no conception that they wouldn’t return to reclaim you again.

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Could you blame your parents? logically..yes, empathetically? no. You understood their reasons, you saw it first hand after all. The way their whole life was drained by claiming deals and meeting deadlines, the family dynamic overall was a mess.

The move was their form of freedom; To obtain a life they never once explored before they had you.

the respected ‘abandonment’ resonated deeper in your soul, something you took a long time to process maturely. it was a shadow that overcasted how you viewed your relations through early adolescence. But it obviously hurt you completely, a ghost of your memory coming back to haunt you when all you want is peace.

Your Aunt Automatically stood up for you. Treating you just like a child of her own. Immediately nurturing you, never giving you doubt; she rewritten every concept of what a family is for you. The love was never conditional or transactional, it wasn't based on how well you performed in school, whether you swept the kitchen counters until it refracted all light off it, or if you picked up another out of school curriculum that you so gracefully exceeded in.

she saw the potential in you outside of traditional normalities. She even put you in her facebook biography! you and takeomi’s names as her children.

It wasn't long until she made it official, adopting you as her own. By 15, you were already relearning her role being ‘’mother’’ instead of ‘’Aunt hana’’.

She let you and takeomi experience adolescence like you saw in those cliche coming of age movies. partying every weekend-hell, even trying illicit drugs, obviously alcohol was in the formula.

Nothing you EVER imagined, if your parents found out about your ‘rebellious’ activities, they would probably hang you upside down on a spinning wheel until you lose consciousness, in all honesty, your instagram account was probably their worst nightmare.

But it literally built the basis of your character today, having these life experiences that not everyone goes through.. made you selfless, strong-hearted, driven, and a self respecting human being. Thanks to your Aunt, who in reality, is who you call mom today. She pushed you to follow your brain AND heart.

Which is exactly why she was so supportive of you studying abroad, you were able to gain more independence and control over the narrative of the life that was written for you. it was now you writing it.

Studying ________ was not your first choice, but you grew to love it more than you contemplated.

After graduating university, you thought that finding a job would be achievable in korea.. it was easier said than done. You applied to countless positions in many different countries. The responses were little to zero. And you were running out of time for something just to stick.

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| PRESENT TIME |

And now here you are, standing in the middle of Haneda Airport, waiting impatiently for takeomi to call you, directing you where he is to pick you up. Because well, he's the only thing you have left here, home. the taste of that word felt empty on your tongue. you were back at first base, where you promised yourself that you wouldnt come back to once you stepped foot on the soil of land millions of kilometres away from you.

Nonetheless you've achieved that...to an extent, you thought maybe, just maybe you would return later than JUST 3 years. it was bittersweetly horrifying.

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As you make your way out of the disgustingly busy airport–to where all the familiarity is coming back to you. You maneuvered through the crowd of slow movers who couldn’t care less to be in people's way, contrasting starkly to others rushing to their gate like time never existed for them..ah. Its great to be back right? Pushing around 4 suitcases wasn’t exactly ideal in this situation.

bzz, bzz, bzz Your phone rang in buzzed pocket as you tediously stepped out the return side where car services were roaming every road, i mean, who can blame them? They probably make easy–lazy and good money too.

you swiftly dislodged your hands from your luggage, opening your phone. it was …takeomi!

You sarcastically laughed to yourself, leading to some weird stares from civilians, settling your phone back into your pocket. The scent of tokyo coming back to you like a freightrain at full speed, but only was it just.. Vehicular Fuel and the smell of children running around excited, digesting what seemed like the newest trendy dessert. At 7am. Classic really.

As you move your luggage and pick your feet up to walk across the pedestrian crossing, not able to wave off the driver and thank them for stopping, which you kind of felt bad for but–whatever. You saw the notably obvious big signage saying ‘PREMIUM EXPRESS’ not far from you, as you turn walking north.

you managed to walk at a fast speed for the amount of luggage you have, nearing the premium express parking lot, the elevator in the clear distance approaching faster and faster at every step and roll of your luggage.

Takeomi immediately got out of his vehicle, a yellow Chevrolet Corvette C8 Z06 wrapped with the most silently obnoxious metallic–classy but standoutish.

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‘’TAKEOMI!’’ you ran straight into his hold. The hug was tight, longing, and fulfilling. A hug that signalled welcome home. A hug that told a million miss you’s. A hug that said.. my ‘sister’ is back.

You both stood in the middle of the carpark, embracing each other, reconciling silently. Takeomi, his grasp now freeing you, pulled away cautiously, to the shit-eating grin he had plastered across his face, the same one that always tormented you 24/7 during your adolescent years. It was familiar. Like they weren’t apart for years, and hundreds of kilometres.

The emotions were already spiralling in your gut, and your throat feels like it's trying to fill a void that would erupt instantaneous puddles of tears.

‘’missed you, you dumbass. Im really glad your back.. mom couldn’t fuckin’ sleep last night. She kept waking me up, like, almost every hour wondering when i was gonna leave, to pick you up—bro, cmon’ are you seriously crying right now?’’ he chuckled, with a tone that piqued annoyance and appreciation.

You sniffled the snot horribly bubbling under your nose, and wiped the string of sorrow tears wetting your cheeks. ‘’shut up, bro.” you let out of a cracked laugh, “missed you too, omi. it still feels like a fever dream, honestly. —wait, mom? I might cry when I see her,’’ you exclaimed, with a huff of breath.

‘’I bet you will. You both will, actually.’’ he added on, his eyebrows raised, a raspy laughing that was shielding honesty. He was emotional too, secretly though. His chosen sister, whom he lived life through and with, returned.

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‘’Lets get you in the car, your feet probably feel like moon boots.’’ he ushered, gesturing you to the yellow Chevrolet Corvette C8 Z06, leaving you with a surprised, almost shocked look.

“that’s your car? what the fuck, bro?” she stood in her steps. her eyes widening. “how the fuck are my suitcases gonna fit in that thing!” she furrowed her brows, giving him a questioning look.

‘’..yes, it’s mine y/n. Thats a story.. that’ll have to tell you later.’’ he stated, fixing himself with the keys as he jumped right into the drivers seat after somehow fitting all the suitcases in the tiny boot. with you following, his head immediately whipping towards your gaze. You still had curiosity written all over you. Like you WERE waiting for an answer.

‘’..just got a great job with a few friends i made after highschool. Its alot.. More complicated than that, though,’’ he paused, before he continued. ‘’You wouldn’t be happy if i told the full truth.’’ he started the ignition, his voiced laced with something that was deeper than he explained, and you clocked that promptly.

‘’Elaborate,’’ your words slurred, your eyebrows furrowed once more, what was he really implying here? You pried, you suspicions rising every single second he didn't acknowledge your command.

“y/n, i really dont want to tell you after the first few minutes of JUST reconciling with you,’’ he shook his head, reversing out of park. He added shortly, ‘’its good money. Reliable money. It’s helped mum and i alot, thats all that should matter, no?’’ he quickly turned to you, his face dazzled with righteousness, now driving out the carpark. You rolled your eyes in response, he was always so mysterious, but you both confided in each other, what was there to judge? It's fucking takeomi.

you twitched your jaw, “I’d actually like to know what my BROTHER is doing as a profession now,” you responded giving him a playful dirty look. He was now exiting the intersection out of the airport, he cleared his throat before returning his focus to the conversation.

“BROO, for fucks sake, you’re still so nosey,” he paused “ah..fuck it. I’ll tell you.. show you, if you hold no judgement,” he admitted, his grip on the wheel tightening slightly as he accelerated onto the highway.

“I literally know all your deepest secrets, vice versa.” you retorted, fixing yourself a snack you grabbed on the way out of the airport, as you adjusted to the slight g-force of the car. Is this even legal on the streets?

“I mean, you got me there,” he tilted his head, acknowledging that what you were saying was right after all. he fixed his gearshift, “I’d really just rather show you, saves less mouth time of explaining.”

“I’m not going to walk into something without any explanation beforehand, you know me! Or did you forget the past 3+ years? I’m skeptical as hell,” you whipped her head, your face ultimately written like ‘what the fuck is he talking about right now?”

“fine, fine!” he rolled his eyes, looking at the CarPlay in the supercar. ETA — home, 30 minutes. “I got time,” he said, pausing, before shortly adding “you know I’ve always loved cars, y/n, since I was building Lego’s n’ shit, watching races ..and playing with fuckin’ hotwheels.”

you bursted out a laugh, almost choking on your snack, gasping for air again. “yeah, I remember that. I showed all my university friends photos of you as a kid doing all that,” you replied with a spurious tone, reaching for your phone.

“bro—no you fuckin’ didn’t. What the hell?” He fixed the gear again, accelerating more as the speed limit raised on the highway, a straight road. it was all familiar for you, memories replaying in your head as you past buildings.

“anyway—i just.. made a few friends, they had a racing club,” He said it so casually, as if he was hiding some truth. You nodded in response, letting him continue explaining.

“it just wasn’t—well, isn’t legal.” he admitted, his voice going lower, almost like—“ he paused once AGAIN. he turned his head slightly, looking at your dropped facial expression. “Stop looking at me like that, I’m trying to explain here, I’m being vulnerable right now,” he scoffed, but it held no weight. “I was intrigued by it, they had modded cars for dayssss,” he strung his words.

you didn’t reply yet, not wanting to butt in too soon. he seemingly noticed that, waiting for you to curse him out or something. “Okay.. you’re being weird. but yeah. the saw my skills on fixing and repairing cars at the shop I worked out whilst you were gone. so they took me onboard, and I’m their mechanic now, and race sometimes too, I’m really passionate about it.”

you hummed, letting it digest in your school of thoughts. “righttt,” you tapped your chin, continuing your words with “what does the government do about this?” you were asking all the appropriate questions.

“nothing, really. they are involved, in a way. They are paid to shut the fuck up, by sponsors and a portion of each teams income,” his eyebrows raised, questioning your calmness about this. ETA was now 15 minutes to home.

“oh, yeah. that makes sense,” you nodded, I mean, the government never had a clean slate or reputation, ever, that was notable anywhere.

“so where do these races happen then?” you were now intrigued, and very fucking curious to what her cousin, well, brother, is doing, and now that your back, your going to be around it deliberately or not.

“late night,” he concluded, fixing the speaker playing ‘LIKE A G6’ lower to talk more seriously. “all the teams have founders, leaders, it’s all kinda complicated. you have to be in it to understand.”

“I’m following..” you replied with the sound of the last bite of your snack interrupting your voice. he gave you a sarcastic disgusted look in response. “..rent out race tracks, block off backstreets, or travel out to ‘rural’ areas for more.. dangerous, longer races.” he talked so casually about this, and pushed the pedal once more, sending you back into your seat slightly.

“so, with that being said, what’s your team then?” you perked your lips into a mischievous smirk. placing the wrapper of your snack into a random empty paper bag. He cleared his throat again, “the bonten enigmas.” he announced it proudly. ETA home was now 9 minutes.

“ANDDD? elaborate more, ‘cmon.” you pushed his shoulder coltishly, he dodged it humorously. “weirdo,” .. “there’s a few of us in the team. Mikey.. is the leader, he’s in the top 3 of the underground scene. he’s a talented fucker, for sure.” he smiled at his words, like he was his superior, logically he is but also like he was his fucking offspring.

you stayed silent, now facing him as you turned in the seat. he continued “there’s sanzu, he’s second in command, he’s a maniac.. on the fuckin’ road, dude, I fear for his life sometimes.” he laughed, with caution, as he turned off the highway, driving down the streets, the familiarity was even more stronger now for you, it still felt like a fever dream.

he saw your expression soften as he drove on roads that you remember heavily. he spoke again, “Kakucho is third in command, he’s the one I’d trust to drive to a hospital, that’s how stealthy and cautious he is.” … “but he can be aggressive, so if you ever meet the guy, don’t piss the fucker off.” he gave you a knowing look, you nodded slowly, ‘sure bro’ you replied in your head only.

“Kokonoi, he’s the drifter. He’s got a lot of swag on him. like you kinda.. he’s laid back and chill. he dominates the streets.. he’s tenacious,” he stated, looking at you. You were holding in a laugh. “You’re so dirty minded, that’s not funny.” his voice was annoyed, in a relative way. you giggled, covering your mouth to shut yourself up. “you’re so easy to ragebait, you know?” you uttered, a pitch of laughter slipping through again.

he turned down another corner on the road, looking at you with soft irritated look. “Whatever.. anyway, ran is like.. a wildcard, he drives great. you just don’t know what the fuck he’s gonna do next,” he pursed his lips, steering the wheel. “rindou is his brother, he’s tech smart. he was in university, for engineering.. or was it.. physics? No, I think STEM.” He questioned himself, looking confused at his own words. “Whatever—he doesn’t race as much as the others though, but when he does, it’s like you KNOW he KNOWS what he’s doing, and what the fuck type of scientific shit.” he thrusted his head.

you finally spoke up again, exclaiming “right, is that all?.. or is there more?”. you looked almost tired, but still engaged and curious. I mean, you barely slept before your flight back to tokyo. ETA was now 3 minutes.

“oh, me of course!” he shot again, that annoying shit eating grin that knew how to tick you off, you shook your head to that. “I’m the trusty mechanic..I barely race, though. I’d rather make sure the others are,” He answered himself confidently, making you nod for the 50th time or something. “aww, so cute of you to say that—no, really. I’m not ragebaiting.” you gave a warm smile.

“you look TOO calm, for this. And don’t worry, mom knows, so don’t think you need to hold onto this info’ like it’s a secret file, or ‘sumn.” He gave you a confirming look, you understood that he wasn’t lying, he was being open and honest. Good, that’s good right?

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you finally, arrived, after having your legs locked in place in that tiny supercar for 30 minutes.. you were here. at your… home. fuck, it was weird to think you were about to walk through those doors again. To your old room, to your safe place, with the people you loved and devoted to the most.

Takeomi parked in the dimly lit garage, turning the ignition off before he was settling out of his Corvette, opening your car door as he swiftly walked out.

you thanked him quietly, as all those feelings came back. The homesickness, that you didn’t realise you actually had, the turmoil in your stomach where anxiety lies, was gone. it dissapeared, like it was a one night stand, well.. 3 year stand.

He finally popped open the boot of his car, quickly retracting your luggage: now placing them on the smooth concrete floors. holy shit.. this place was renovated and reworked, you thought to yourself.

you exited the passenger seat, confused on how the doors closed until he pressed a button on his keys, giving you a smirkingly ‘you’re stupid’ look. you groaned at his annoyance, ‘like I know how to handle a fucking super sports car?!’..

he cleared his throat. “about the racing,” he urged, like he about to state something, or propose a question.

“yeah?” you responded, grabbing one of your suitcases as he swimmingly handled the 3 other bulky ones. “there’s a few races on tonight,” he muttered, but loud enough for you to hear and take in, now opening the door that lead into the house, where you could already recognise those same warm lights that covered the whole house.

“I think you would enjoy it. it’ll get you to make friends and stuff again.” He paused in his steps, making you stop walking too. ‘What he is about to say, seriously?..’ you will either love or hate whatever he’s brewing right now.

“…You should come tonight.”

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NEXT CHAPTER: will be attached here and released tomorrow.

next chapter synopsis: reader reconciles with her aunt, now mother, and feels a sense of comfort. she struggles with realises her dream sort of fell through, and her aunt helps working with those emotions and proposes a new job for her that is fulfilling. and with what takeomi said on his last line? I guess you’ll just have to stay tuned. but you already know she accepts!

WARNINGS FOR NEXT CHAPTER: mentions of alcohol, smoking, drugs, slight usage (very tame), flirting, speeding, cars getting wrecked up, swearing/cursing, slight sexual tones of words, fighting.

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