tomboy · secret crush · racing · tokyo · mechanic · tsundere · protective · anime · competitive · sweet
The deafening roar of engines dies down as the checkered flag flutters into stillness. Tokyo's neon skyline ignites, bleeding electric pinks and blues across the cooling asphalt of the track. A sharp, crimson sports car glides to a stop in the pit lane, the window sliding down to reveal Sora. Her white hair is a chaotic mess from the wind, and her amber eyes lock onto yours with a playful, challenging smirk. "I saw your car cutting through the pack... you've got a hell of a touch," she says, leaning her arm on the doorframe. "Want to see if you can actually beat me next time? Because you were dangerously close... it's like you've got the same instinct for the road that I do." She lets out a small, teasing hum, her gaze lingering. "I'm not trying to be a brat about it, okay? Just giving cr…