Initial D request for reader who has an unrequited love for ryosuke but knows his heart belongs to Kaori (dead or alive in this scenario). You can make it angsty or have a romantic ending or both! Love to see what you create :)
Reader in love with Ryosuke Takahashi who can't move on from Kaori
I made Ryosuke have feelings for Reader but it's still angsty and he's obviously hung up over Kaori, hope that's okay! I sorta got caught up in dramatics, lol. Anyways, enjoy!
a/n: Can I just say that initial D women are SO beautiful. Every single one of them are so pretty and I looooove Shuichi Shigeno's old style. (fuck MFG, I hate their pit terrier heads 💀)
You stood on the hillside overlooking the town, the cool evening breeze ruffling your hair as you watched the sun sink lower behind the mountains. The view was stunning, but your mind wasn’t on the scenery. Instead, it was on him—Ryosuke Takahashi.
You’d loved him for what felt like forever. From the moment you met, you admired his intelligence, his calm demeanor, his unwavering drive. He was everything you weren’t—sharp, calculating, focused. And yet, despite all that, he seemed to carry a weight with him that never left his eyes, no matter how much time passed.
That weight was her. Kaori.
You’d never met her, but you didn’t need to. Her absence was a constant presence in Ryosuke’s life, and the few times he spoke of her, it was as if he was lost in another world—one you could never reach. She had passed away long before you came into his life, but she still held his heart. It was something you understood, yet it left you hollow all the same.
You often caught yourself watching him from across the room during team meetings, the way he would fall silent, his mind clearly elsewhere. You knew where he was—back in those memories, back with her. And every time, it crushed you a little more, knowing that no matter what you did, no matter how much you cared for him, you could never be her.
It was unspoken, but you had long accepted that your love for him would always be unrequited. Ryosuke had built walls around himself, walls that no one—not even you—could break down. He kept you at arm’s length, close enough to care about, but far enough to never let you in.
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the empty parking lot where you and Ryosuke sat together, leaning against his FC. It had been one of those quiet, peaceful nights where words weren’t needed—just being near him was enough. You had started to wonder if, maybe, just maybe, Ryosuke was beginning to feel the same way about you. The way his eyes softened when they met yours, the comfortable silence that stretched between you—it all felt like a fragile new beginning.
“I’m really glad you’re here,” Ryosuke said quietly, his voice low and calm as always, but with a hint of something warmer tonight.
You smiled, your heart fluttering at his words. “Me too, Ryosuke. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
For a moment, you allowed yourself to imagine that this could work, that he could let go of the past and open his heart to you. He had been more vulnerable lately, more present. You could feel the walls between you starting to crumble, and you felt so close to him—closer than ever before.
"The moon is so beautiful tonight, isn't it?"
You held back a gasp at his words, eyes widening with joy as you hoped that this was leading to where you thought it'd be heading.
But then, in the middle of your contentment, his next words shattered everything.
“Kaori…”
Your breath hitched in your throat, and your smile froze as if the world had suddenly stopped spinning.
“What?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Ryosuke’s eyes widened in horror the moment the name slipped out, his face paling. “I—no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
But it was too late. The damage was done. You felt the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, the pain of his slip-up hitting you like a punch to the gut. All the hope you’d been nurturing crumbled in an instant, replaced by a raw, burning ache.
“It’s fine,” you said quickly, but your voice cracked as you forced the words out. “It’s fine, Ryosuke.”
Before he could say another word, you turned on your heel, your heart pounding as you hurried to your car, desperate to get away before you broke down in front of him. You couldn’t face him—not now. Not after this.
“Wait,” Ryosuke called after you, his voice strained with regret. “I didn’t mean to—”
But you couldn’t hear him. You didn’t want to. You just needed to run.
You slammed the door of your car shut and revved the engine, pulling out of the parking lot with a screech of tires. The moment you hit the mountain pass, your foot pressed down on the accelerator, the speedometer climbing rapidly as you tore through the winding roads.
“Kaori,” you whispered, the name echoing painfully in your mind. “It’s always her.”
Tears blurred your vision, but you didn’t care. You needed to let it out—the frustration, the hurt, the anger. You screamed, slamming your foot down harder on the gas as your car flew through the corners with reckless abandon. The tires squealed as you barely managed to control the turns, the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you pushed the car faster and faster.
He would never see you. He would never love you, not the way you loved him. Kaori’s shadow would always be there, lingering between the two of you, keeping him from moving forward. No matter how much you tried to be there for him, no matter how much you wanted to be enough, you would never be her.
her.
Her.
HER!!
The tears came harder now, and with them, a bitter scream that ripped from your throat, echoing through the empty mountain road.
You were angry—angry at him, angry at yourself for falling for someone who could never fully give himself to you. You knew it, deep down, but you hadn’t wanted to believe it until now. And it hurt.
God, it hurt so much.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you pulled over to the side of the road, your hands trembling as you gripped the steering wheel. You sat there, shaking, the sobs coming in waves now, the weight of your heartbreak crashing down on you all at once.
It was Kyoko who picked up when you called her later that night, your voice barely recognizable through the tears. She didn’t ask questions, didn’t pry. She simply listened as you cried, as you poured your heart out to her, telling her everything that had happened.
“I was so stupid,” you said, your voice raw and broken. “I thought maybe he could love me too. But he called me her name. I’ll never be enough for him, Kyoko. I’ll never be her.”
Kyoko’s voice was soft, steady, and full of sympathy. “You’re not stupid. You’re just in love with someone who hasn’t let go of the past. It’s not your fault.”
You sniffled, wiping at your eyes. “But he’ll never let go, will he? She took his heart with her when she left, and I’ll never have it. I’ll always just be a placeholder, a second choice.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and when Kyoko spoke again, her words were careful but firm. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe he’s not ready to let go. And if that’s the case, then you have to ask yourself—do you really want to keep chasing after someone who’s holding on to someone else?”
Her words hit you hard, and you fell silent, the reality of it all sinking in.
“I know it’s not easy,” Kyoko continued, her voice filled with understanding. “I’ve been there. I still have feelings for Keisuke, you know? Even though I knew I couldn’t have him, I still wanted him. But I had to respect his choice. He wanted to focus on racing, and that meant not being with me. It hurt, but… I had to let him go.”
You let out a shaky breath, trying to steady your emotions. “But how do I let go of Ryosuke?”
Kyoko’s voice softened even more. “You deserve someone who gives their all to you. Someone who’s ready to love you with their whole heart, not just a part of it. And Ryosuke… maybe he’ll get there someday. But right now, he’s not. And you can’t keep hurting yourself waiting for him to change.”
A fresh wave of tears welled up in your eyes, but this time they were quieter, less frantic. You knew she was right. As much as it hurt to admit it, Kyoko was right. You couldn’t keep chasing after someone whose heart still belonged to someone else, someone who was already gone.
“I just… I just wanted him to love me,” you whispered, your voice breaking again.
“I know,” Kyoko said softly. “But you can’t make someone love you. And you shouldn’t have to.”
You nodded, even though she couldn’t see you. “I guess I just need to move on, huh?”
Kyoko let out a small, bittersweet laugh. “Easier said than done, right? But yeah, maybe it’s time. And who knows? Maybe one day, Ryosuke will realize what he’s lost. But don’t wait for that day. Live your life for you. Love yourself enough to let go.”
As the conversation came to a close, you felt a strange sense of peace settle over you, even though the pain was still raw. You weren’t over Ryosuke—not yet—but Kyoko’s words had given you something you desperately needed: clarity.
Maybe you couldn’t change Ryosuke’s heart, but you could choose to protect your own.
The air was thick with tension as the usual hum of excitement surrounded the Project D meetup. Keisuke glanced at Ryosuke, who was leaning against his FC with a distant look in his eyes. He hadn’t been himself lately—his focus was scattered, and he seemed completely oblivious to the discussions and strategies being tossed around by the others. It was clear something was bothering him.
“Hey, Ryosuke,” Keisuke called, motioning for his brother to step aside. The others didn’t notice as they continued discussing their upcoming races, their laughter echoing in the air.
Ryosuke followed Keisuke a few paces away, his brow furrowed. “What is it?”
“You’ve been out of it. You’re not even coaching us properly.” Keisuke’s tone was firm, bordering on annoyed. “What’s going on?”
Ryosuke hesitated, the weight of his feelings pressing heavily on his chest. “It’s... it’s complicated,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Complicated how?” Keisuke pressed. “You’re usually so calculated. You’re acting like an idiot right now.”
Ryosuke flinched at his brother’s words, the sting of the truth hitting him hard. He was being reckless, and he knew it. “It’s about… her.”
Keisuke crossed his arms, his expression shifting to concern. “What happened?”
“I messed up,” Ryosuke admitted, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I accidentally called her Kaori’s name. I didn’t mean to, but it just slipped out, and now she won’t answer my calls or show up to any of the meets.”
Keisuke stared at him, incredulous. “You called her by another woman's name? Are you serious? That’s a rookie mistake, Ryosuke!”
“I know!” Ryosuke snapped, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “I didn’t mean for it to happen! It was just a moment, and now… now she thinks she’ll never be enough for me.”
Keisuke’s expression softened slightly, but he remained stern. “You need to fix this. She’s not just going to come back on her own. You have to show her that you care—really care. Stop moping around and get out there.”
Ryosuke let out a heavy sigh, the gravity of his brother’s words sinking in. “But what if she doesn’t want to see me?”
“Then you’ll have to make her want to. For crying out loud, she probably thinks you don't give a single shit about hurting her with how long you've made her wait! Go after her!” Keisuke urged, his voice filled with urgency.
Ryosuke hesitated for a moment longer before the realization hit him hard. “You’re right. I can’t just sit here.”
Without another word, he turned and bolted toward his FC. He slid into the driver’s seat, heart racing, and immediately started the engine. As he pulled out of the lot, Keisuke watched him go, hoping his brother wouldn’t screw this up again.
The drive felt like a blur, the familiar roads leading him back to the emotions he had tried to bury. He raced through the twists and turns, adrenaline pumping in time with his heart. All he could think about was making things right, showing you that he was more than just a guy clinging to the shadows of his past.
Arriving at your house, he parked hastily and hopped out, his mind racing. He knocked on the door, anxiety twisting in his stomach. When there was no response, he knocked again, louder this time.
You sat in your room, the silence pressing in around you, a heavy cloak of loneliness. You didn’t know how long you could keep avoiding Ryosuke, but each time you thought about seeing him, the memory of that name slipping from his lips burned fresh in your mind. It hurt in a way that felt endless.
When you heard a car pull up outside, your heart raced—not with excitement but with dread. You peered out the window, and your breath hitched when you saw Ryosuke’s FC parked on the curb. The world around you faded as you felt the weight of his presence so close yet so far.
There was a knock on your door, firm yet hesitant. You didn’t answer, feeling tears well up as you hugged your knees to your chest, fighting the urge to break down.
Ryosuke’s voice came softly through the door as he called your name with a desperate plea in his tone. “Please. Can we talk?”
You stayed silent, not knowing what to say. You could hear the tension in his voice, the regret that laced every word, but the hurt still felt too fresh.
“Just… just open the door,” he pleaded, desperation evident. “I know I messed up. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that name. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
A lump formed in your throat as you held back the tears. “You did hurt me, Ryosuke. You hurt me a lot.”
The door creaked open, and there he stood, looking more vulnerable than you had ever seen him. The usual calm confidence was gone, replaced by an anxious energy. His eyes searched yours, filled with sincerity and remorse.
“Please let me explain,” he said, stepping forward, but you held up a hand to stop him.
“No,” you said, voice trembling. “You don’t get it. I don’t want to hear excuses. I don’t want to feel like I’m competing with someone who isn’t even here anymore.”
Ryosuke’s expression shifted, pain etched across his features. “You’re not competing. Kaori was part of my past. I’m here now. With you.”
“But every time you look at me, it’s like you’re seeing her,” you admitted, tears spilling over as you struggled to hold it together. “I’m right in front of you, and yet it feels like I’m invisible. It kills me, Ryosuke. I’m so deeply in love with you, and it hurts every time you’re obviously somewhere else, even when you’re right next to me.”
He took a step closer, desperation in his gaze. “I don’t want that. I want you. I’ve tried to move on, but I’ve been stupid. I let my past cloud my feelings for you, and I never wanted to make you feel like you were second best. You’re everything to me.”
Your heart raced at his words, hope and heartbreak warring within you. “Then why did you say her name? Why can’t you let go?”
“I thought I had,” he replied, his voice shaking slightly. “But I was wrong. I let my memories take over, and I hurt you in the process. I’m so sorry. I want to be with you, but I need you to understand that I’m still figuring this out. I don’t want to lose you, and I don’t want you to feel like I’m seeing someone else in your eyes.”
The raw honesty in his words struck you, and for the first time since that night, you felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe this wasn’t the end after all.
“Then show me,” you whispered, your heart aching with uncertainty. “Show me that you want me.”
“I will,” he promised, stepping closer, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. “I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to you. I don’t want to lose you to my mistakes.”
The warmth of his touch sent a rush of emotions flooding through you. With a shaky breath, you nodded. “Okay. Just… promise me you won’t ever let your past come between us again.”
“I promise,” he said, his voice firm. “You deserve all of me, and I’m going to give it to you.”
As the tension in the room began to fade, you felt the weight on your chest lift slightly, replaced by the warmth of his presence.
Kaori would always be a part of his past, but you were his future. And as you held onto him, you knew that the love you had dreamed of for so long was finally within reach.
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Initial D request! A Halloween party where Keisuke and Ryosuke spots their s/o in a sexy costume without their knowledge. Your writing can take the wheel of what happens next ;) keep up the good work!
Keisuke Takahashi and Ryosuke Takahashi see their S/O in a Sexy Costume
a/n: i could totally see keisuke in a werewolf costume and ryosuke as a vampire or mad scientist lol. no colored pics cuz im lazy lol
The Halloween party was in full swing at the Takahashi mansion. The dim lighting and scattered jack-o'-lanterns gave the place an eerie yet exciting vibe, with music thumping in the background as guests mingled and danced. Keisuke, dressed in a werewolf costume complete with fluffy ears and a fur-lined jacket, glanced around the room for what felt like the hundredth time. He'd been expecting you to show up ages ago, but knowing you, you were probably still perfecting your look—something he found both endearing and mildly exasperating.
He shook his head, chuckling softly to himself. They're probably making sure every detail is flawless, he thought, imagining you standing in front of the mirror, adjusting your outfit or adding the final touches to your makeup. Keisuke wasn’t too worried. He knew you'd make an entrance when you were ready.
But an hour and a half had passed since the party started, and still, there was no sign of you. Keisuke leaned against the wall, arms folded, scanning the crowd. His brother, Ryosuke, was chatting with some guests nearby, dressed as a vampire and looking far too composed, as usual. Keisuke, however, was starting to grow a little impatient.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted you. His breath hitched.
From across the room, you stood near the drink table, chatting with a few friends. But it wasn’t just your presence that stunned him—it was the costume. You were wearing something that clung to your figure in all the right ways, dangerously eye-catching and bold. The outfit left little to the imagination, and Keisuke could barely tear his eyes away. His heart started pounding, a heat rising in his chest that had nothing to do with the crowded room.
"Seriously?" he muttered under his breath, eyes wide. He hadn’t expected this.
He made his way over to you, weaving through the crowd, his expression shifting between shock, amusement, and a growing sense of possessiveness. When he finally reached you, you turned, flashing him that mischievous smile that always made his heart race.
"You took your time," he said, his voice slightly husky. His golden-brown eyes roamed your body, taking in the costume. "But… damn, I wasn’t expecting this."
You tilted your head playfully. "What, this isn’t what you had in mind?"
He let out a breathy laugh, reaching up to adjust one of his werewolf ears. "Not exactly, but… I’m not complaining."
His gaze flickered from your outfit to your face, then back again. "You really had to come in looking like that, huh? In front of everyone?" His tone was teasing, but you could hear the possessive edge in it.
He stepped closer, his fingers brushing against your waist, the fur on his sleeves tickling your skin. "You’re gonna have everyone staring at you, and I don’t think I’m gonna like that," he said with a grin that showed a hint of fang from his costume. His voice dropped to a low murmur. "You’re all mine tonight."
Despite the costume, the playful look in his eyes was all Keisuke. He couldn’t help it—you had that effect on him, always leaving him a little off-balance, and tonight, you’d just upped the ante.
Ryosuke Takahashi
The mansion was alive with the energy of the Halloween party, guests dressed in all kinds of wild and spooky costumes moving through the dimly lit rooms. Ryosuke Takahashi, dressed in a sleek vampire costume complete with a dark cape and sharp fangs, stood by the edge of the gathering, casually sipping from a glass of red wine. He was, as usual, calm and composed, eyes surveying the scene as if everything was playing out exactly as he’d expected.
Well, almost everything.
His mind kept wandering to you. You hadn’t arrived yet, and though he tried to remain indifferent, his gaze kept flicking toward the door. Ryosuke wasn’t one to get impatient, but after an hour and a half had passed, he was starting to wonder what had held you up. Still, he trusted that you had your reasons. Perhaps you were being thorough in your preparations, knowing how much care you put into everything you did.
As he finished his drink and placed the glass on a nearby table, his sharp eyes caught sight of someone across the room. His breath hitched as he recognized you. But that wasn’t the only thing that made him pause.
The costume you were wearing was… well, it was something else. Form-fitting and undeniably bold, the way the outfit accentuated your body sent a shock of surprise through him. It wasn’t like you to be so daring in front of a crowd—at least, not that he’d ever seen. But here you were, standing across the room, talking and laughing as though you hadn’t just sent his normally collected mind into a spin.
Ryosuke composed himself quickly, but his heart betrayed him, hammering in his chest as he made his way toward you with slow, measured steps. As he approached, you turned to face him, your eyes glinting with a playful mischief that didn’t escape his notice.
"Ryosuke," you greeted with a smile, "you finally found me."
He took a moment to respond, his gaze sweeping over your costume before locking onto your eyes. His voice, calm and smooth as ever, carried an undertone of something darker. "You certainly know how to make an entrance."
You tilted your head, playing innocent. "Do you not like it?"
He smirked, his sharp fangs just barely peeking out from his lips. "It’s not a question of whether I like it," he said, his tone both amused and almost predatory. "It’s a question of whether I’m going to let anyone else enjoy it as much as I do."
His words were laced with a teasing possessiveness, though his expression remained as cool as ever. He stepped closer, letting his fingers brush the small of your back, his eyes flicking toward the other partygoers who hadn’t yet realized you were here. "You’ve certainly turned a few heads."
His voice dropped lower, just for you. "But you’re here for me, aren’t you?"
You grinned, your playful energy meeting his calm intensity. "Of course."
Ryosuke’s smirk widened slightly, and he leaned in, his breath cool against your ear as he whispered, "Good. Because I don’t plan on sharing."
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