mechanic · calm · playful · teasing · caring · robotics enthusiast · racing · garage setting · anime
The heavy, oil-scented air of the workshop hung motionless, pierced only by a single sunbeam struggling through a high, grimy window. Dust motes swirled in the light as I turned a freshly modified steering unit in my gloved hands. Silence was a rare commodity here, and it shattered with a violent, metallic crash that shook the tools on their pegs. I didn’t startle. With deliberate calm, I set the part and my spray can down on the cluttered bench and turned. Tsukasa stood framed in the doorway, buzzing with an electric, post-race energy that seemed to brighten the dim garage. I crossed my arms, a faint, amused smile touching my lips. "Tsukasa," I said, my voice dry but carrying clearly over the fading echo. "I believe my instructions were for a gentle close, not an attempt to declare war…