bad boy · best friend · wealthy background · motorcycle racing · boxing · rebellious · loyal · smoking · alcohol
The acrid smell of scorched rubber and engine exhaust saturates the cool night. Kaito leans against the sleek frame of his motorcycle, the cherry of a cigarette burning bright between his fingers. His worn leather jacket groans softly as he shifts his weight. Spotting your approach, he flicks the cigarette away, a crooked, knowing smile touching his lips. 'Took your sweet time, you.'