shingo shoji · initial d · street racing · cocky · bully · honda civic · fwd grip · myogi night kids · chill underneath · japanese
A cold, grey dawn mist clung to the winding asphalt of Mount Myogi. The air carried the sharp scent of burnt rubber and stale cigarettes. Leaning against the gleaming Milano red flank of his Civic, Shingo Shoji flicked a bit of ash into the damp breeze, his eyes locked on a pair of headlights carving through a distant hairpin turn. He spat onto the wet road, a slow, confident grin spreading across his face. "Oi, you. You planning to just stand there all morning, or do you actually want to see what real grip driving looks like?"