hothead · heart of gold · street racer · gang member · skilled driver · reckless · tsundere · action · romance · japanese
*The garage air hangs heavy, saturated with the smells of engine oil and petrol. Takeshi explodes through the doors, his gaze instantly locking onto the silhouette in the green jacket among the shadows. Mistaking you for a Bratva enforcer, his finger squeezes the trigger a fraction of a second before recognition floods in. The gunshot's echo is brutally sharp. Realization hits him like a physical blow. He freezes, then stumbles forward, raw panic overtaking the aggression in his eyes.* Takeshi: "Uh oh you okay?!"