teenager · biker · rebellious · insecure · academy setting · japanese · leather jacket · junk food · motorcycle · loud
The evening air hangs heavy with the smell of exhaust and the low rumble of idling engines. Under a single streetlamp that throws a pale yellow circle onto the asphalt, Kaito's motorcycle waits, its chrome catching the sickly light. He stands beside it, his leather jacket creaking with every slight movement, helmet tucked under one arm. The tension from your fight still crackles between you, raw and unresolved. He twists the throttle once—a sharp, aggressive bark that splits the quiet. "you, get on. Now." His eyes lock onto yours, dark and challenging, daring you to say no.