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Nobuhiko Akiyama - Hi Love

• Nobuhiko Akiyama x Reader | Fluff | • Word Count: 905. • Synopsis: In which a plan of surprise is hatched and (Y/N) gets help from her boyfriend's cousin to set it all in motion.

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(Y/N)'s small plan was about to be set in motion. She was in a long-distance relationship with her boyfriend, and it wasn't often that they got to see each other. She wanted to surprise him with a sudden visit and got help from his cousin to pull it all together. Wataru subtly changed around his cousin's plans so he had an open day with nothing to do. It was a pain to do, seeing as how smart the guy was, and it was even harder to not let anything slip when he had the faint suspicion that Wataru was up to something. In the end, it worked successfully and the day for (Y/N) to make an appearance was at hand.

Wataru picked her up from the train station after her several hour ride and drove her straight to Nobuhiko's. When they arrived, Wataru dropped her off a short distance before her boyfriend's house, a small precaution that he didn't hear or see Wataru's Levin. (Y/N) quickly and quietly walked up the front door and rang the bell. She waited a minute before it opened revealing her very surprised boyfriend.

"(Y/N)?" he tilted his head cutely.

"Nobu!" she exclaimed and jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"What are you doing here?"

"To surprise you," she kissed his cheek, "and spend time with you." (Y/N) smiled when he pushed his glasses up. He led her inside, gently holding her hand. She missed the feeling of his soft hands, seeing an equally soft smile grace his lips when he glanced at her. He was too cute for his own good.

The couple settled themselves on the couch and (Y/N) cuddled into his side, her arms wrapped around his stomach. Nobuhiko had an arm around her back, his hand lightly squeezing her waist, his other still holding hers.

He asked how long she had been planning her surprise, (Y/N) replying with, "A few weeks, and I may have had some help from your cousin." She gave him a childish smile when he muttered how he knew Wataru was up to something. He asked her how she's been since the last time they met and what she's been up to. She replied how everything was as boring and normal as it gets. Being graduated for over a year, she got up early for work instead of school, heading home at the end of the day or spending a few free hours with her friends.

But what she really wanted to do for the rest of her days, was spend time with her boyfriend. Especially with how little they get to see each other. Being in a long-distance relationship was hard sometimes, but getting to see each other after a while apart was definitely worth it.

The couple spent hours in the main room talking. Nobuhiko told her of his team's recent races and their outcomes as well as how his daily life had been for the past several months. She would in turn tell him about everything that went on for her during the same time. Somewhere in between ended up (Y/N) straddling his lap, arms wrapped around his sides, and her head resting on his shoulder.

He picked up a book on the small table to the side and as he read, he slowly, little by little, pushed his glasses down towards the tip of his nose. Waiting for (Y/N) to realize, he had to hide the smile that was threatening to creep onto his lips so he wouldn't give it away.

She was reading silently along with him, her eyes flicking back and forth as she read the words on the pages. He glanced down at her a few times, seeing how fixated she was on the book. Nobuhiko made small movements in attempt to grab her attention. Small shifts in movement, lightly scratching his nose, giving a small sigh here and there. After his third sigh, she finally picked up that something was bothering him. She looked up and was about to ask what the matter was until she saw the placement of his glasses.

Nobu finally let his smile appear as she cooed so cutely and hugged him a little tighter. She smiled childish as she giggled out how adorable he looked and ruffled his hair. He chuckled lightly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

When the sun had finally set and late evening had come around, the couple were snuggled together under the soft blankets of his bed. Nobuhiko's light blue glasses had been set on the night stand minutes ago, much to (Y/N)'s dismay, however, she would rather them be intact by the next day than to be broken while he slept and she wouldn't get to see him in them for a while as they got fixed.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she moved slightly closer to him, a soft hand moving to settle on the back of his neck as she pulled him in for a series of loving kisses. She smiled when she heard his pleased hums, his own smile forming on his soft lips. His hand lightly slid over her waist, settling there to keep a light, comforting hold on her.

They whispered soft words to each other between the kisses that slowly became tired. They exchanged a quiet "I love you," before sleep had finally fallen over them, leaving the couple tangled in each other's arms.

Initial D Headcannons: First Date

• All Initial D Characters x Reader • Word Count: 1,826. • Synopsis: Headcannons of the lovely boys and girls, and where you both go on your first date.

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• Keisuke: This Takahashi isn't fancy like his brother so you can bet your first date with him will be at a street race. He promises he's not the one participating in it and asks where you want to chill at. He'll suggest the best corner to see the opportunity of an overtake, but if you want to sit somewhere specific, he's more than happy to comply. If you both end up at the best corner, he'll be happy lil' boy and most likely have his leg bouncing in anticipation when the cars get closer. It's quite cute hearing him talk about who's going to win and make the pass around the corner and then puff up proudly when he's right.

• Ryosuke: Now this is a fancy Takahashi. Without fail, I'm sure you all know this man will go all out to make your first date with him quite the experience. He'd ask you out to a restaurant, not stating specifically which one, and especially not if it's high end. If you mention you don't know what to wear, or don't have a dress you feel would be good enough for the occasion, you'll see a brand new one delivered to you first thing in the morning on the day of your date. Ryosuke would pick you up at the exact time he said, open and close the car door for you and let you pick what side of the table you want to sit at. He'd get fancy wine and cover the bill, not evening blinking an eye at your mention of the most outrageous prices you've ever seen. He'd only give you that suave smile and little head tilt to convince you to let him pay for it all.

• Takumi: If there's one thing this tofu boy is good at delivering, it's an ecstatic you to the beach. He could've sworn for a minute that your smile was the sun, seeing how bright it was as you looked at the sparkling ocean before you. Not many things can get Takumi to smile so easily, but that was definitely one of them. When you take off your clothes that covered your swimsuit, his face and ears turn red and he becomes a stuttering mess while trying to avoid eye contact. It takes him a solid few minutes to regain his composure, but once you pull him over to the water or have him help you make objects and shapes in the sand, he's back to normally pretty quickly.

• Takeshi: For everyone's favourite GT-R baby, he'd take you to a car meet in Tokyo for your first date. It's packed with all sorts of cars, builds, and unique styles. Takeshi clearly likes to hang around the GT-R section and he gets caught up talking with a few guys who own them for a few minutes, before shyly scratching the back of his head and apologizing to you with a blush. If the meet ends around noon, since some start early morning, he'd probably also take you to some nearby anime stores to look at manga.

• Shingo: He's taking you to a... pub? Okay... You thought this date wasn't going to go well, but you both ended up hitting it off great. You each had a few drinks but it was only three light and I mean r e a l l y light beers in, and this dude was fuckin' plastered. Seeing Shingo as such a lightweight was definitely a surprise and quite funny in the process seeing as how he struggled so much to form a proper sentence, stand on his own and he kept falling asleep. He's a weird guy, sure, but he definitely won't leave you bored.

• Itsuki: Mr. Lonely Driver ain't so lonely anymore, huh? Anyway, this hopeless romantic drives you up to lake Akina where you spend an hour or two boating around the lake and feeding the lil' fish that swim around you. After that he takes you around to Akagi and maybe even Myogi if there's enough time. He even let you drive his 8-5 down Akagi pass and that made him simp for you that much more.

• Iketani: This sweetie takes you out to a beachside restaurant and he can't get over how amazing you look in your sundress and how the wind makes your hair blow so beautifully, and- oh crap you caught him staring at you like that again. He chuckled nervously for the fourth time and apologized. You easily brushed it off and liked how much he was into you, turning said words into a cheeky response that made him blush before the both of you took a nice walk along the shoreline at sunset.

• Kenji: He'll take you out for some driving around the city and stop at shops and other places you see along the way. It's mainly window shopping or at least looking around the place before leaving, but the both of you did get some neat looking stuff from several stores. He'd take you to his favourite restaurant for lunch before the both of you went back to hunting for goodies.

• Kenta: The man loves his tans and what's a better way to get them than at the beach? He does have some nice tan lines occasionally if he wears a tank-top in the sun for long periods of time, but he likes to keep it even as much as possible. You'd both have water fights in the ocean, help him build a sand version of his car, and maybe even make a sand pit to sit in and cool off.

• Kyoichi: The Emperor isn't exactly one for stereotypical dates, so you'd end up with him taking you out for a late-night coffee and chat with him on his home course or chill in an empty parking lot. He might even take you to one of the late-night car meets if one happens to line up with the night of your date. If you're both on Irohazaka, you might have the chance of getting him to race down the pass for you. If you ask nicely, that is. He is Emperor after all.

• Rin: Our second favourite GT-R boy would meet you at a park where there's a bunch of colourful koi fish swimming around. If you met him before Kaori, he'd be a real sweet and romantic guy. If you met him after Kaori, he'd be more on the quiet side, try to keep his attention on you and try not to be so depressed that it leaves a bad impression. He's trying his best at being a good date and all he needs is a little push in the right direction and some affection to top it off for him. He can be a real wholesome boy though.

• Goū: The younger Hojo bro would definitely take you to those almost secret midnight car meets. He'd try to impress you with his NSX and give some loud revving when he drives you both into the parking complex so it echoes. His car is an attention grabber, especially with its vibrant red paint and he's mentally hoping that the attention he's getting from his car only adds to the attraction you have for him. He pays attention to you the whole time and follows you around the complex, answering any questions you have about the cars you're currently looking at. It's pretty attractive how he has so much car knowledge and barely needs to think about your question before answering it.

• Wataru: Taru would be more on the adventurous side and take you to some small, almost hidden shrines around the city or along a forest path. You'd both check out street-side shops, seeing what they have to offer, and overall explore everything you could in a day. He's a super considerate guy and is really sweet, always taking your words into consideration and listening to everything you say.

• Nobuhiko: You both met at a library, so you can bet your first date would be at another. Both being bookworms to some degree, you could easily talk about all sorts of books from almost any genre. If you bumped into him in the car section of the library, that alone would be the main lead of your conversations. If you came across him from some other section, it's most likely because you saw him before hand and decided he was too cute to pass up so you ran into him on 'accident'. You'd tell him about that later and he'd give a light chuckle and shake of his head that made his cute poofy hair fluff around a bit.

• Mako: Your first date with the Sil-eighty driver would be at a fancy, but not overly fancy restaurant. You'd both have outside seats on a nice evening, the small candle on the centre of the table would light up her features subtly, but it made her all the more gorgeous. She would start off as shy until you both found a topic she easily relaxed into, and that's where you both hit it off great.

• Sayuki: This wild child is obviously a beach babe. She'd want to spend as much time in the water as possible with small breaks in between. She'd buy a new swim suit specifically for the date and want to impress you with her form. If there's a waterpark next to the beach, you'd already be feeling your arm being tugged in that direction as she happily exclaimed her excitement.

• Kyoko: The rotary babe would love to be taken to a street race as her first date with you. Your entire conversation up until the cars race past you would be about, well, the race itself. The occasional questions of where both of your interests in cars came to be would be asked and her eyes would sparkle with such happiness if you told her you owned an RX-7 as well.

• Mika: Best girl Mika would be the one to confidently ask you on a date to the beach. At some point during the date, she would squat down to the sand and murmur to herself about getting the golf ball out of the sandpit and what angle it would need to be hit at to get it out properly. Once she came out of her daze and realized you were watching with an amused expression she would blush and try to play it off while avoiding eye contact.

• Kaori: You'd take lovely Kaori on an early evening date to a restaurant before walking with her along a brightly lit up park with cherry blossoms. Several other couples would be walking around and she'd lightly mention at how great of an idea this was as she happily looked around at the scenery and other couples enjoying themselves. She'd hug your arm a little tighter and lean into you a little more as you continued down the path.

Ryosuke Takahashi - Secret Love

• Ryosuke Takahashi x M!Reader • Word Count: 1,088. • Synopsis: In which a date between Ryosuke and his partner leads them back to the Takahashi mansion for a bit of fun and early morning cuddles.

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Ryosuke always believed that he liked women. He does, but after he saw (Y/N) for the first time, talked with him, got to know him, and spent a lot of time with him, Ryosuke started falling for the man. And he fell hard. All his thoughts of (Y/N) would distract him from working on his studies for medical school and simulations for upcoming races.

This man was plaguing his mind day and night, but Ryosuke didn't mind one bit. Something about (Y/N) attracted him to such lengths, and he was unable to figure out why. He could figure out racing patterns of his opponents, come up with solutions, make predictions that always turned out correct, but (Y/N) was an enigma he couldn't solve just yet.

However, as much as he would like to talk about it like he does with simulations, giving info dumps to his teammates, he felt this was to be a more personal situation; between him and (Y/N). This sort of thing isn't very common currently, so people may not respond in a pleasant way if they found out. For now, Ryosuke would keep it to himself. Besides, he has a date to get ready for.

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Ryosuke pulled up in front of (Y/N)'s house to pick him up for their date. Said man appeared out of the front door a few moments later, locking the door and heading to the white FC, getting in the passenger seat. Ryosuke took the time he had to eye up (Y/N)'s outfit. He looked good in it.

"You're looking handsome this evening." Ryosuke said with a charming smile.

"So are you." (Y/N) replied, a light pink tinge on his cheeks. Ryosuke hummed and leaned over, leaving a small peck on (Y/N)'s lips before pulling away. Ryosuke put the car into gear, driving to their destination. The drive was calm and quiet. The relaxing purring of the FC's engine and dim sound of the radio were the only sounds they heard.

"So, where are we going?" (Y/N) asked curiously.

"A nice restaurant I came across a few days back. I'm sure you'll enjoy the view."

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Ryosuke was right, as usual. The view was astounding. It was a fancy, almost high-end styled restaurant on the top of a mountain. Ryosuke had gotten reservations and the seats they had were on the corner of the balcony. It overlooked everything. The sunset lit up the skies in brilliant hues of red, orange, and purple. Ryosuke pointed out a few mountains in the distance, Akina and Akagi being the easiest ones to spot.

(Y/N) glanced over the edge of the balcony, seeing the white FC in the corner of the parking lot. It really made him think. He was really with the White Comet of Akagi. He never thought he'd ever meet Ryosuke let alone date the man. He was more than perfect. Ryosuke is always very considerate, patient, laid back yet proper, and didn't judge (Y/N) when he confessed his feelings. Now, here they were on what was probably one of the best dates they've been on. Ryo really knows how to out do himself, doesn't he?

"So, have you thought about which car you're planning to buy?" Ryosuke pulled him from his thoughts as he took a sip of wine.

"I have, I've looked over all the specs and different builds for my top five favourites. I was hoping you'd be able to help me narrow it down to one and come with me when I get it?" (Y/N) looked expectantly at the racer, eyes sparkling.

Ryosuke smiled and nodded, "I'd enjoy that, I'm curious to find out which one you go for." The rest of the date went smoothly, with easy conversations and occasional flirtatious words and looks.

On the drive back, they were coming up to the road that goes up into Akagi. "Ryosuke?"

"Yes?"

"Could you do a run on Akagi for me? I want to see you do it." Ryosuke glanced at (Y/N) out of the corner of his eye, then changed lanes, turning onto the road that leads up to the pass. (Y/N) smiled when he stepped on the gas. Ryosuke showed him an extraordinary run; he never thought he'd get to see what it's like riding shotgun in the legendary FC with its driver.

The focus and smooth movements Ryosuke displayed were quite the sight. The intense gaze of his eyes on the road made (Y/N) weak. Ryo looked much hotter when he was like this.

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"Would you like to stay the night with me? Keisuke won't be home until tomorrow." Ryosuke asked, looking at (Y/N) for a moment before focusing back on the road when the stoplight turned green. His eyes widened a bit. Is he asking what I think he's asking? He made it clear it would just be us.

"Y-yeah, I'd like that." He blushed lightly, turning his head trying to hide it. Ryosuke smiled and hummed softly. When they arrived at the mansion, Ryosuke held the door open, letting (Y/N) go first and he thanked him. They took their shoes off and (Y/N) moved to the living room while Ryosuke fixed up some tea. Ryo sat down next to him, handing over a glass.

They sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the warm tea until Ryosuke hooked a finger under (Y/N)'s jaw moving it to face him. Tilting his head a bit, Ryosuke gave small, gentle kisses that (Y/N) happily returned. The small caresses Ryo left on his cheek and neck had him hum into the kiss.

"Would you like to take this to my room?" Ryosuke asked.

"Yeah." (Y/N) replied and nodded lightly.

The tea was long forgotten and turned cold as the couple enjoyed themselves behind the closed door of Ryosuke's room.

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The small beams of light slipped in past the curtains, stirring the couple from their sleep. They cuddled up to each other further, nearly falling back asleep, but the light wouldn't let them. It only got brighter, which finally woke them up. They smiled tiredly, giving a good morning kiss to each other.

Ryosuke sat up and stretched. Just as he moved to get out of bed, (Y/N) wrapped an arm around his stomach, pulling him back. He made a sound of protest which made Ryosuke chuckle. He mentally shrugged, lying back down to cuddle his man. It's not like they had anywhere to go today anyways. What's a few more minutes hours of cuddling going to do?

Masterlist: Keisuke Takahashi

Links to all stories relating to Keisuke Takahashi from Initial D.

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Lost Into the Night | Smut |

Falling Into My Heart | Love Triangle |

Falling Into My Heart (Keisuke's Ending) | Smut |

Midnight Lovers | Smut / Threesome |

I Can't Stop Lovin' You | Fluff |

Take My Soul | Angst to Happy Ending |

Kiss To Kiss

Forever Love Me

Forever Love Me (Pt. 2) | Smut |

Right Now | Lime |

Masterlist: Ryosuke Takahashi

Links to all stories relating to Ryosuke Takahashi from Initial D.

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Burning Desire | Smut |

Midnight Lovers | Smut / Threesome |

I Want To Feel You | Smut |

I Won't Fall Apart | Angst to Happy Ending |

Secret Love | M!Reader |

Masterlist: Takumi Fujiwara

Links to all stories relating to Takumi Fujiwara from Initial D.

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Be My Babe | Smut |

Forever Young | Smut |

Heartbeat

Masterlist: Takeshi Nakazato

Links to all stories relating to Takeshi Nakazato from Initial D.

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Spark in the Dark | Smut |

All I Want | Smut |

Falling Into My Heart | Love Triangle |

Falling Into My Heart (Takeshi's Ending) | Smut |

You Belong To Me | A/B/O AU | Smut |

Ever and Ever

Masterlist: Shingo Shoji

Links to all stories relating to Shingo Shoji from Initial D.

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Love Killer | Smut |

Saturday Night Fever | Smut |

No Control | Smut |

Rage Your Dream | Angst to Happy Ending |

Make Up Your Mind

Gold Night

Masterlist : Itsuki Takeuchi

Links to all stories relating to Itsuki Takeuchi from Initial D.

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I Need Your Love

Masterlist: Koichiro Iketani

Links to all stories relating to Koichiro Iketani from Initial D.

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Destination Love

Masterlist: Kenji

Links to all stories relating to Kenji from Initial D.

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Lonely Love

Masterlist: Wataru Akiyama

Links to all stories relating to Wataru Akiyama from Initial D.

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When the Sun Goes Down

When the Sun Goes Down (Pt. 2) | Smut |

Masterlist: Nobuhiko Akiyama

Links to all stories relating to Nobuhiko Akiyama from Initial D.

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Hi Love | Fluff |

Masterlist: Mako Sato & Sayuki

Links to all stories relating to Mako Sato and Sayuki from Initial D.

Breathless Night | M!Reader | Smut | (Mako)

Burning Up For You | M!Reader | Smut | (Sayuki)

Rock Me to the Top | M!Reader | Smut / Threesome |

Masterlist: Rin & Go Hojo

Links to all stories relating to Rin and Go Hojo from Initial D.

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Give Me Your Love (Rin)

Give Me Your Love (Pt. 2) | Smut | (Rin)

Night Fever | Smut | (Go)

Initial D Headcannons - Hogwarts House Edition

• All Initial D Characters • Word Count: 1,228. • Synopsis: I recently got back into the Harry Potter series and it got me wondering what house some of the Initial D characters would be in! I tried being as accurate as possible with their personalities and traits, as well as the racing side of things and how they work with that, so hopefully you enjoy! • Note: If anyone would like me to add a character that wasn't listed here let me know, I'd be happy to add more! (Characters are listed in alphabetical order.)

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Bunta Fujiwara: Considering how much this man knows on all sorts of racing tactics and down to the most complex function of a car, I’d say he’s on the Ravenclaw side due to his extensive knowledge and experience of experimenting different methods over the years. He can also be an enigma and extremely cryptic, especially when giving Takumi advice on how to win a race or handle the Trueno, he definitely makes someone use their head and think.

Gou Hojo: I feel like he’d be a Gryffindor since he can be pretty head-strong and stubborn at times, especially racing. He also gets straight to the point about racing tactics, explanations, and most likely just regular conversation with his team and brother. His bluntness definitely fits the vibe.

Hiroshi Fumihiro: With how charismatic this man is with his words over the years of working with the RedSuns and Project D, I want to say he’s leaning more on the Hufflepuff side? He’s a very well-rounded person, patient and overall good-hearted. He tries to make the best of things and keep things on the positive side even if the opponent team isn’t as friendly.

Itsuki Takeuchi: Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. He’s definitely living in the moment, occasionally funny, definitely stubborn, but is an honest guy and good-hearted like a Gryffindor. He tends to also get into the moment very quickly rather than thinking things over first and jumps at a lot of opportunities that are thrown at him without really thinking of the possible consequences. Like that time, he ditched work mid-shift to go on a date with Kazumi. However, like a Hufflepuff, he’s an emotional guy, also very trusting towards his friends and cares strongly for those he loves. He’s also a very compassionate and considerate guy, seen clearly during his dates.

Keisuke Takahashi: Gryffindor for sure. Very head-strong, stubborn, blunt, will not take shit from anyone and most certainly will not back down without a fight. Even through that stubbornness and head-strong nature, he does come to learn the patience in certain racing techniques his brother told him to learn and practice. He takes the criticism as a challenge and uses it to better himself and prove to others he can do it.

Kenji: Possibly Gryffindor? He gives me Ron, maybe one of the Weasley twins vibes occasionally. He does jump in to some opportunities before thinking, like the time he and the guys stalked Iketani when he went on a date with Mako.

Kenta Nakamura: Possibly Slytherin or Gryffindor? He’s a very ambitious guy, wants to improve and follow in Keisuke’s footsteps, but can also get ahead of himself and jump to conclusions too quickly that it can come back to bite him in the ass like the rainy race on Myogi with Takumi.

Koichiro Iketani: I feel like he’s a Hufflepuff. His loyalty to his friends and the trust he has in them is very strong. He’s a good-hearted person and is very honest and dependable. He just wants the best for the people he cares about. That sort of love and loyalty definitely fits a Hufflepuff.

Kyoichi Sudo: Slytherin hands down. Man wants straight up power and authority. Extremely driven on taking down all the Gunma teams and be the best of the best with his Lan Evo supremacy. Definitely assertive and self-reliant, sometimes ruthless when needed.

Kyoko Iwase: Gryffindor. The amount of courage and bravery I saw on this girl’s face when she confessed to Keisuke just fits. Even through the rejection and tears when she inevitably got rejected, she pulled through and stayed strong in the end. Her determination for racing itself and to better herself in her performance is a real Gryffindor trait.

Mako Sato: Sweet girl feels like a Hufflepuff. She works hard at racing and is determined to improve while also being a genuine, loving person to those she cares about, even if they are someone new. She has let her emotions get the best of her a couple of times, once during a practice run with Sayuki about Iketani and after figuring Iketani wasn’t showing up under the billboard late at night.

Nobuhiko Akiyama: Ravenclaw for sure. The amount of research this boy does into the opponents’ cars that his team will be racing against is serious business. He wants to know the ins and outs of those cars as well as the best advantages his teammates cars can use to pull a win.

Rin Hojo: He’s a Slytherin, even before his mourning and depressive nature. He was always a serious guy to begin with and was a bit manipulative and controlling towards Kaori once. With threatening her to marry him or else her family’s fortune would suffer, sounds like a classic Malfoy move.

Ryosuke Takahashi: Ravenclaw without a doubt. The amount of simulations, hypothesis testing, research, medical school cramming, and race tactic practicing, this man is the literal definition of Ravenclaw. With his large info dumps and explaining to the RedSuns all sorts of information from a car part to the inner workings of their opponent themselves, he’s a big brainer.

Sayuki: I feel like she’s a Slytherin just for her charm and charisma, especially with guys. I wouldn’t say she’d use it to her advantage in a bad way, she just has the natural charm of flirting and is shameless about complimenting a guy on their looks right in front of them. She has nothing to be embarrassed about, so she’d go full send.

Shingo Shoji: Another power and authority hungry Slytherin. With how much Shingo fights Takeshi for being team leader and his nasty attitude in general, he’s a typical Slytherin. Especially with pulling dirty tricks, like ramming his car into other people’s bumpers to gain the lead in a race.

Takeshi Nakazato: Honestly, I’m torn on my boy here being either Gryffindor or Slytherin. He’s got the Slytherin traits of being an authoritative leader, ambitious, is really focused towards his goals, and likes his place of being number one on his team. On the other hand, his stubbornness and hating to go down without a fight bring strong Gryffindor vibes. He also uses his mistakes and losses as a challenge, like Keisuke, to better himself for the future.

Takumi Fujiwara: Though he’s normally very laid back, keeps to himself, and spaces out a lot, he gives me Slytherin vibes. Not bad Slytherin either, but more so the traditional meaning of the house. When he gets into the zone during a race, he is extremely focused and determined. He doesn’t let things get to his head and he’s patient to wait for the time to pull a move. His desire to perfect his skills is also a high quality Slytherin trait, as well as his realism and the costs of what his actions may or may not do are always present. He is also selective on who he trusts as well. It takes a little bit for him to warm up to someone, but once he knows them enough, he’ll learn right away if their trustworthy or not.

Wataru Akiyama: His attitude, stubbornness, and overall hatred of losing makes him a very competitive Gryffindor. I feel like he’s very similar to Keisuke. He’s straight forward, is strongly passionate in what he believes in and uses his mistakes in races to better himself.

Masterlist: Bunta Fujiwara

Links to all stories relating to Bunta Fujiwara from Initial D.

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Wait For You | Angst to Happy Ending |

Masterlist: Kyoichi Sudo

Links to all stories relating to Kyoichi Sudo from Initial D.

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rEvolution | Smut |

Shingo Shoji - Love Killer

• Shingo Shoji x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 12,470. • Synopsis: In which Shingo is shown the love he deserves and Takeshi fookin' learns that no one gets between Shoji and his girl. • Note: Finally back in the Initial D game, here's my first big comeback in over FOUR years. More importantly, my fanfic partner in crime, DistanceYourselfFromMyProximity on AO3 deserves a HUGE fucking shoutout for helping me beyond all rational reason with the ideas for this fic and my soon to come future ones as well. The sheer amount of hate fuck love she's got for this beaked nose MF is truly fascinating along with her own fics. Thank you bestie for the inspiration and getting my motivation back to write for this severely underrated fandom! <3

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The NightKids were sitting in a booth at the local late-night restaurant they frequented. Shingo took the spot closest to the window, being able to hang an arm over the ledge of the windowsill and set his knee on the booth to sit angular like he usually does. Takeshi sat directly across from him, the rest of the group taking the outer spots. 

As the other members of the team ordered some coffees for everyone, one of them brought up the topic of what they think is going to happen at the race they’re attending tonight. As the NightKids top two racers sipped their caffeine in relative peace, one of them looked to Shingo. 

“Say, man, you’ve been teaching your girl how to drive with the gumtape right? How’s she doing with it?” 

“Pretty well. She’s at least used to the layout of FFs so adjusting to the tape and only steering at high speeds with one hand is about the only thing she’s got some resistance to. She’s also got some hesitance on the left foot braking, so she’s been going up to Myogi damn near every night just to drive around and get used to that before anything else.” His voice kept its usual raspy, hoarseness to it, almost retaining the snarky-ness as well, but if one were to listen hard enough, they’d pick up on traces of sincerity and genuine pride. 

He wouldn’t go into further detail about the way she’s had quite a few instances of slowing down too much before a turn and getting spooked about losing control too easily, especially in her boyfriend’s car. He’d always watch her movements and when she’d tense her arms before a turn, he’d lightly place his right hand on the wheel as she turned, helping her make it through and add slight pressure to turn the wheel either further in or out depending on what was needed. After successfully making it through a turn he’d go back to rest his head on his hand that was leant against the passenger door as he continued to watch her. Shingo would give little compliments on something she aced or her smooth shifting and braking along with his occasional interjections of advice on what to do or how to handle something coming up. 

He wasn’t going to throw her into the fray of learning something as dangerous as gumtape driving by wrapping her whole hand. He started very small, simply wrapping the tape around the wheel and her hand once then again to have one layer of tape around her wrist. It gave her enough pressure to not move her hand away but was also light enough to pull away with enough force if needed suddenly. 

The day she asked him to teach her how to do it even after his self-induced wreck with the 8-6 made him feel something inside. Something... warm. He felt needed at that moment. He had enough trouble dealing with and trying to come to terms with himself in things he couldn’t control. The way he’d get made fun of in school for his allergies, his voice, appearance, and especially his nose made him grow up bitter and spiteful. 

Somewhere, somehow, fate decided to throw (Y/N) his way. He could remember the night she asked if he was single and wanted to go on a date as vividly as if he was re-living that moment a year and a half ago. He still felt bad about giving her some attitude, accepting with, “Fine, but don’t expect much out of it.” She still left with a smile that night. 

The day of their date, he stared at himself in the mirror for hours. He couldn’t decide how to style his hair or if it was better to just leave it messy. He never had the right clothes for something remotely nice. Just plain t-shirts, baggy pants and hoodies. He hated himself so much that day he almost skipped the date. But the want - the need to have someone next to him - won that war and he showed up fifteen minutes late. Luckily, she was still there. He found her sitting near the window of the restaurant she mentioned, sipping her drink so prettily. He could see her red lipstick from the car and was even more captivated when he walked in, seeing the deep red dress she wore, black heels to match. 

God, she was gorgeous, he thought. What chance did he have to score her? When she laid eyes on his form approaching, dressed in black, the only shade of red to be found on him was the laces of his shoes and his ears which were hidden under his hair (to his luck). She greeted him with a smile as if he wasn’t late at all. She complimented his outfit choice along with his tousled hair, from a previous small breakdown, saying he had that bad boy look going on and she dug it. He kept his usual tough attitude, replying that it wasn’t anything special and tried to play it off. He cussed himself out mentally, calling himself an idiot for being rude and thinking this was the start and end to the happiness he could have had. Instead, she simply giggled and nodded, changing the topic to ask about his car and his racing team. 

With that, their date flew by, and he found himself impressed with her car knowledge and the fact she wanted a Civic of her own and was looking at her options for different models. He found himself rambling on about his car and his skills and she listened with interest, leaning forward slightly as she munched on her food. Nodding along with him occasionally, she’d mention things she wanted to learn once she gets her car and get good enough to join a team. “Maybe good enough to snag a place on yours?” she’d questioned with a giggle. 

During their time that night Shingo hadn’t felt so relaxed in a long while. About halfway through the time they spent at the restaurant he got a sense that she wasn’t judging him or trying to dig into him for information that he didn’t want to give. It was nice for a change. He wouldn’t take no for an answer when she kept asking if she could at least pay for her half of the bill, or at least pay him back. All Shingo replied with as he put the cash on the tray and met her eyes was, “Just be quiet and look pretty.” He let out a small, amused hum when she cut herself off, blushing at his words and avoiding his gaze. 

Shingo offered to drive her home to which she gladly accepted, wanting to see what it was like inside of his car. She admired the way he glided smoothly through gears and steered as if the car was an extension of himself. Completely in tune. The rumble of the engine and exhaust created a calming background noise. Her attempts at subtly looking over at him were mediocre at best. Always turning her head slightly to get a better look at him was easily noticed. 

He didn’t want to say anything, however. It felt nice that someone wanted to look at him for more than just conversation. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was also looking to gauge if she truly liked him or not. Sure, she was looking at him all night while they talked, but now that he had to focus more on driving, she could think about that option with a side profile of himself. 

What he didn’t know however was the fact she was admiring how he was both cute and hot with that curved nose of his. The way it smoothly and subtly curved outward, the thinness of it made it appear more beaked. It was cute watching him scrunch his nose while he talked about something that annoyed him, like the leader of his team. It fit him so well, along with the small upward curve at the outside corners of his eyes. It gave them the illusion of being permanently half-lidded, as if he was always glaring, annoyed, or tired. 

Minutes later, he pulled onto the shoulder of the road in front of her house. She gathered her bag and opened the door before turning towards him. “Thank you for tonight, you were great.” She gave him a quick kiss on the lower bridge of his nose, just above the tip before hopping out of the car and quickly heading inside, cheeks red. Shingo sat there for a solid minute, stunned by her small action. He could feel heat where her lips were for only a split second and lightly rubbed at that spot, before shaking his head and pulling back onto the road. His face felt like it was on fire and the quick image of her kissing his nose replayed in his mind the whole way home. 

Shingo snaps out of his daydream when he hears snapping in front of him, locking eyes with the guy next to him. “You good, man? Spaced out for a solid couple minutes there.” 

“Yeah, yeah, just thinkin’.” He waved him off, taking a sip of his now lukewarm coffee. “Y’all wanna head out or what?” He threw back the rest of the coffee like he was taking a shot of alcohol, looking ready to leave. Everyone nodded in agreement, leaving their share of the payment before returning to their cars. Eventually reaching the top of Myogi, passing through dozens of spectators, Shingo pulled away from his team’s single-file line after finding his girlfriend’s black EG6 and parking next to it. 

He caught her talking with her best friend near the vending machine, both laughing and making hand gestures about whatever it was they were likely gossiping about while sipping on canned coffee. He noticed Takeshi walking over to the two girls, seeing as he parked closest to them. They appeared to be greeting him nicely, her friend waving and (Y/N) giving him a nod. 

The way Nakazato seemed to be focusing his attention on Shingo’s girl more over her friend was starting to piss him off. As if Shingo and Takeshi didn’t have enough beef with each other, now the guy wanted to chat up his girlfriend like the most casual thing in the world? Shingo was always the one who would watch how girls admired him like he was as big a hotshot as Ryosuke and Keisuke Takahashi. They’d watch him with hearts in their eyes and if any even tried to talk to him he’d always be polite about it. That only made the girls fall for him more and act like they made a fan club in Takeshi’s name. 

They put him on such a high pedestal that it left Shingo feeling like he was at the bottom of the totem pole, despite being the NightKids second best racer. All the time and effort he had to dedicate, the sweat and blood he put into perfecting his techniques felt like jack shit compared to the way people admired and complimented Takeshi. Even guys respected Nakazato’s skill and the only things people would spread about Shingo was his deadly driving style, which he loved as it gave him an intimidating aura, then to a laughingstock after his loss with the 8-6. It was back to square one with the name calling, the jokes, the insults, all of it. Even after Takeshi lost to the 8-6, it was spread around that the Black Lightning of Myogi lost to an 80’s Corolla, but he was still deemed as an excellent driver and had people surprised someone as good as Takeshi could lose. 

Shingo, though? Almost everyone had their bets on the 8-6. 

The only person who truly backed him was his girl. The night before that race they had lied in bed together and she brought up all the ideas she could to help him put together strategies if his main one didn’t work. The frequent accentuations of telling him to be careful with the gumtape and to memorize the pass for less of a chance of a fuck up. 

He thought back to that race as he sat on the hood of his car, his eyes still trained on Takeshi and (Y/N) a distance away but turning into a zoned-out expression. 

All she ever did was look out for him, help him with ways to improve and get better. And what did he do? Rammed himself into a guardrail like an idiot. He didn’t expect anyone to come looking for him after he wrecked and the Trueno continued onward. When he saw the headlights of Iketani’s S13 turn around the corner, and the SpeedStars rushing to check on him, Shingo felt pathetic. He had never been so embarrassed or ashamed in his life and it was his own fault. The humiliation was extraordinary. 

He didn’t have the nerve to look them in the eyes after talking such a big game about beating the 8-6. With how forgiving Iketani and his team were about taking him to the hospital and explaining that it’s the racer’s code to look out for one another, opponent or not, Shingo only thought of how disappointed and livid (Y/N) was going to be if she heard about it. When she heard about it. He couldn’t keep it from her. He didn’t want her hearing about his fuck up through rumours and other people’s words. She deserved to hear it from him straight up. 

Holding his wrist in pain, he looked out at the city beyond the pass, asking Iketani to “make a call on one of their cells real quick.” Kenji handed him a phone and he dialed her number. 

She couldn’t make it to his race because she had gone to visit family after not seeing them for some time and they planned a gathering. He understood completely. He may have been somewhat jealous she had as loving a family as she did, but when she introduced him to them, they treated him like one of their own. Sure, his parents were fine and treated him right, but he noticed that Western families show more love and appreciation for one another, and their children more than Japanese families do. They outwardly say “I love you” to her, meanwhile his parents never did, but still showed their affection and love in different, smaller ways. Still, it never felt thorough to Shingo. 

With each ring of the phone as he waited for her pick up, his dread rose even further until it cut off and she answered with a slightly confused “Hello?” 

“Hey, babe… it’s me.” He said somewhat quietly, facing away from the other guys, even though they gave him space to talk privately. “You okay? Did something happen?” He let out a short breath through his nose, the smallest of smiles on his face knowing she could see, and hear, right through him. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright pretty much. Race didn’t end well and I… I uh wrecked. A bit.” His face, red as his Civic and hot in shame, his eyes diverting to the road. 

“What? How? What happened? Are you hurt?” she questioned quickly, not waiting for a reply as she grabbed her car keys, and he could hear them on the other end of the phone. 

“Baby, it’s okay, you don’t need to come over here, I just fucked up my wrist a bit. I just… didn’t want you to find out from other people spreading rumours and shit. Felt like you deserve to know right away.” His voice held a sad, depressive tone, his eyes falling on the beat up Civic not even ten feet away. Shingo was terrified that if she saw his car and knew it was his fault that he wanted to play dirty, he’d lose her in an instant. Everything they had - he had - would be gone in moments and he’d be alone again. 

“You still on Akina?” She asked, some metal sounds clanking in the background of the phone and some voices he couldn’t make out any sentences to. “Yeah. It was gonna take me a bit to move the car and uh-” 

“Good. Stay there, I’ll be over in thirty minutes.” Before he could ask or even reply she hung up just as the sound of her car turned on. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, unsure of what was going to happen when she arrived. Handing the phone back to Kenji, he told them that his girlfriend was on the way, and it was best he stayed there to wait for her, adding that they didn’t need to wait with him. 

He felt like a fool enough being a royal dick to them, wanting to dig his own grave just to crawl into it when they said they don’t mind waiting with him and can help clean up the leaking oil and broken pieces of his light fixtures. They assured him he could chill out and take it easy on his arm, so they handled the oil leak from the Civic’s front end then brushed up the busted headlight and taillight pieces with a small brush Iketani kept in the S13 for his interior. 

Shingo was trying his best to keep the second stream of tears from flowing in front of the guys. Sitting sideways in the passenger seat of his civic, legs hanging out of the doorway as his hands rested on his lap, he soon heard the distant rumbling of a Civic engine. Shingo and the SpeedStars raised their heads at the noise, seeing his girlfriend pull up in front of the battered red Civic and stopping, as if taking in the damage. 

She lays eyes on Shingo who looks completely defeated. She notices how he doesn’t look up at her car after the initial attention of who was approaching. 

Iketani jogs over to the driver's side, and she rolls down her window. “Hey! He doesn’t seem as bad as the crash looks. Seems like just his wrist is banged up and the car isn’t drivable. He had an oil leak somewhere in the front, but we cleaned up the mess, so others won’t run over it.” 

“Right. Thank you for that, sorry about the trouble.” She replied, grateful but somber. “I got a trailer with me so I can take his car with us.” Iketani nodded and offered his and Kenji’s help with setting up the trailer in front of the EG. Once done, she connected a hook to the Civic to be pulled by a motor and onto the trailer. Shingo could barely watch the depressing sight as he stood there, feeling like a fish out of water. 

With the Civic strapped to the trailer and the guys helping (Y/N) turn around to face the downhill she called for Shingo to get in the car, thanking the SpeedStars once more for the help before they headed back to the S13. She turned toward Shingo, seeing him struggle to click the seatbelt into place. Gently taking it from him, she settled him in before gently taking his right arm and lifting it to inspect the damage. 

She noticed him wince slightly before asking, “What happened, Shin?” she averted her gaze back down to his wrist, seeing the traces of bruising becoming slowly apparent. It took him a minute before he hesitantly answered with a quiet, “It was the gumtape deathmatch… it’s not that bad, I’ll be fine…” 

She hummed in thought at his words. Gently releasing his arm, she put the car in gear and started down the pass. The more she drove down the windy road of Akina, the more she realized, “Something doesn’t add up, Shingo. I’ve seen you do this so many times before and you’ve never done this; you’re too good for that, you’ve said it yourself you’ve trained for hours upon hours to master it, whether it's on Myogi or somewhere else. What really happened?” her tone was light, knowing he wasn’t in the best state now, and she’s never seen him so defeated before. She sees him slouch into the seat more out of her peripheral vision, making himself smaller. 

Making it to the bottom of the pass and catching a stoplight, she takes the chance to turn towards him, looking him in his eyes that almost appear… guilty? She didn’t know for sure. “What did you do, Shin? This isn’t like you.” Her tone turned concerned. She’s only ever witnessed her man like this once and that was over a year ago. She had to know what happened at that race. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, brokenly. Even after the light had changed colour and the car moved once more, it’s all he could say. Like a broken record on repeat. She was beginning to get scared at what had made him so terrified. Was the crash that bad? The only damage was to the lights along with a leak somewhere. It couldn’t have been that traumatizing. The guardrail looked stable and sturdy, barely a dent in it. 

“Hey, hey, I’m not angry baby, okay? I just want to know what happened. You did something, that much is clear, but you need to tell me what that was. I mean, sure I may be pissed some because I could have lost you. If that guardrail was the least bit weak where you hit it, it could have broken apart and you’d be dead. I don’t want- I can’t even think about what that would’ve looked like if that rail broke on you. But… I understand that these kinds of dangers come with racing, especially on narrow mountain courses. It rough and scary, I know, and that’s why I’m trying to be as understanding as I can here, so just bear with me, alright?” 

The thoughts racing through Shingo’s mind had him lost and confused. Shaking his head at her words, he didn’t know what to say or how to say it. ‘Even after all I’ve done and put her through, she still cares about me? Heh…bullshit Shingo, the minute I tell her anything she’d leave, fuckin’ run away, and be repulsed just at the sight o’ me.’ He thought to himself. 

Jolted from his thoughts at a gentle squeeze on his bicep, he sees the entrance to a hospital. “C’mon, let's get your wrist looked at. Can’t go home like this.” She unclicked his belt for him and got out of the car. He sighed deeply, the guilt weighing all the heavier on him now. The overbearing weight on his shoulders had them drooping down in reality. They silently walked together into the hospital as she checked him in with the receptionist. The visit was short, having had a quick X-ray done and his hand and wrist wrapped in a cast then arm situated in a sling. He felt pathetic beyond all rational reason. The mere fact his girl had to see him like this on top of it all was indescribable. 

He tried to hide the small tears that once again escaped the corners of his eyes once they reached her car. The sight of his Civic sitting on the trailer hurts his heart. But once again, the mere idea of her leaving him once all hell breaks loose at his inevitable explanations is going to damage his soul. The drive to their apartment was silent, but not entirely tense. He was both grateful and dreading the fact they arrived home quickly. Each step up the stairs felt heavier than the last and he glanced up at his girlfriend in front of him for a split second before his eyes glued themselves to the floor once again, a silent sigh leaving his lips. 

Entering the apartment and hearing (Y/N) lock the door felt more trap-like than anything. ‘No escaping it now,’ he thought. A gentle hand landed on his upper back, silently guiding him to their bedroom where she motioned for him to sit on the bed. Sitting on her side, she crossed her legs and faced him as his back rested uncomfortably against the wall. He felt wrong for leaning back so casually in a time like this, but he couldn’t find it in himself to have the strength to sit up. 

“Talk to me, Shingo. Please. I haven’t seen you like this in so long, it’s honestly starting to scare me. What’s worrying you so much?” she asked, a long pause in-between before she added a “You know what…” and his heart sank. 

“How about we start from the beginning? From the start of the race up to right now, okay?” she eyed him almost desperately. The sight of him like this, so weak and vulnerable, tore at her heartstrings. She felt slightly relieved when he nodded his head lightly. He inhaled, mouth slightly open as if to speak, but pausing for a moment, thinking of how to put his words together before she finally heard him speak in over an hour, “The race started out fine. Up until that corner. I guess- I got too full of myself. Thought I was some invincible guy who could finally beat the 8-6 and… when I realized I wasn’t going to, like everyone else, I figured it would’ve been better to protect my pride over just losing a race.” 

When he paused, she cut the silence with “And what method did you use to try and protect your pride?” 

“If I couldn’t win, I didn’t want Fujiwara to, either. So…” he raised his good hand to his head, hiding half his face with it and his fingers grip into the loose strands of his hair as he started to shake a bit, more tears threatening to fall in guilt and fear, “I was gonna have both of us wreck. I fucked that up big time. Being wrapped up in my head I didn’t see the right turn coming up and swung left. Missed the 8-6 completely, grinded the side of the car against the guardrail and clipped it. Ended up ricocheting off it and rear-ended the guardrail.” By now the man before her had tears streaming down his cheeks. He waited for the laughing or the yelling to start about how much of an idiot he was, that he never learns, never thinks about the consequences. 

However, that never came. She scooted closer to him sitting to the left of his legs. “Never do that again, do you understand me?” Her tone was firm but, in a way, still gentle, still caring. He nodded quickly, taking in the feeling of her running her hand along his good arm, giving it reassuring squeezes. This continued for several minutes as she mulled over his racing tactics. Something about it seemed familiar. Like she’d heard of some other racer going around and bumping into cars. Specifically, any that weren’t FF layouts… “Shingo?” 

“Mhmm.” He hummed weakly. “Remember a while back when I asked you about that rumour of someone in a Civic that went around tapping other people’s bumpers? That was you, wasn’t it?” The way she asked told him she knew the answer to that question. She could practically see him deflate when she figured it out. “Don’t do that Shingo.” She made him look up at her, her hand holding his chin. “You can’t fool me completely. Or at least not for long. Who else in Gunma drives a red Civic?” 

He looks into her eyes for the first time in hours and it makes him want to cry harder. The way the moonlight bounces off them and brightens them as they stare at him so softly, so lovingly despite all the bullshit he’s done. “I didn’t want you to know that part of me. I know I’m an ass, I know I do stupid things…” he hiccupped, his chest beginning to tremble once more, “but the day you asked me about that I just couldn’t risk losing you to something I’ve done. Of being repulsed by me.” 

His sobbing only got worse the longer he had to confess and explain himself, even with (Y/N) trying to be as understanding as possible and seeing her man so beat up about some racing moves hurt her at the sight. Sure, they’re dirty tricks, but no one’s gotten hurt, and she has heard of others who have pulled far more life-endangering tactics than this. The fact he’s getting worse is largening her concern by the minute. Lightly cupping his face to get his attention, he just shakes his head, staring past her, repeating “I can’t say anymore, I can’t,” his voice cracking like a scratched record. 

She asks why with such a heartbroken expression on her soft face. “Cause I’ll lose you if I do.” His voice cracks and he finally caved in when she hugged him tightly, being mindful of his bad arm. Her hold is tight. Protective. Reassuring. Loving. “I’m not going anywhere Shingo.” (Y/N)’s voice even began to crack as she teared up at the utter despair she was witnessing. Using his good arm, he pulls her on top of him as best as possible to hug her in a straightened position. His head drops onto her shoulder as he shakes, sobbing almost violently. 

Her fingers run soothingly through his hair in attempt to calm him down when he chokes out “I’m such a fucking idiot, I can’t even hold you properly. So fucking pathetic.” She didn’t say anything, instead shaking her head against the side of his and resting her hand protectively at the back of it. After a while his sobs and shakes died down slowly until there were none left. Having worn himself out from crying he fell asleep in her arms. Gently pulling away from him, she slowly lied him down comfortably in bed, covering him and lightly adjusting his arm. She ghosted her thumbs over his face, wiping away the nearly dried tears and smoothing out his features to relax. 

She quickly did her nightly routine, changing into comfortable sleeping clothes before joining him, lightly hooking her leg over his out of habit. She must make up for the physical touch somehow since she can’t cuddle up against his bad arm. Falling asleep rather quickly from the whole ordeal allowed for an easy sleep until morning. 

Being the first to wake, she made coffee, bringing two mugs and water with her. Setting them on the nightstand beside her, she climbed back into bed, watching how peacefully her boyfriend was sleeping with small sips. She was halfway done with her first cup when he finally stirred awake, his normally half lidded eyes, even more closed than usual, but open nonetheless, met hers. His eyebrows contorted in confusion when he processed that she was still here. 

“Hi baby.” She smiled at him, taking a sip of her coffee. “Feeling a little better?” 

“I guess.” He sat up, a leg bent on the bed and the other arched over it. His left elbow rested on his arched knee, his arm hanging limply outward. “Didn’t think you’d still be here.” His voice was hoarse yet quiet. 

“Of course I would. I told you; I’m not leaving. This isn’t the end of the world, Shin. We all fuck up big time at some point. Don’t beat yourself up so much over this. Everything that happened, it’s fixable, it’s replaceable, nothing was truly lost, alright? Now, here, drink this, you sound like a dying horse.” She spoke light-heartedly, handing him a bottle of water after unscrewing the cap. “I have work today in a little bit, so I set up some stuff for you to make it easy on your arm. Don’t try and do anything big around here, ‘kay?” She took his head in her free hand and pressed a kiss on his forehead before going to get ready. 

He watched her go about her routine as if the events of last night never happened. It was both relieving and confusing to him. Ever the enigma, she was. He wanted to believe so badly that she was right, and it was fine to just let it go. But the weighing feeling of having let her down so heavily, having been so stupid for something that could’ve been easily avoided, nagged at the back of his mind continuously. 

He was so lost in thought he barely noticed her come back in to say goodbye, leaving with another loving kiss on his nose and exiting their apartment. When Shingo heard her car start, he turned his head towards the window, seeing her drive off with his own Civic still in tow. She knew he wanted it fixed, but that was going to cost a fortune at this rate. Having to stop work for his injury was going to cut his paychecks off for a while and she was the backbone of everything now. 

He never thought the consequences of one crash would be so large and affect them for so long. This continued for weeks. Yet she remained as understanding and loving as ever. Over time, his mental state was getting better, albeit slowly. His arm was healing well, only having it wrapped with firm bandages a little over a month later. He was at least able to make himself a bit more useful, keeping their place tidy and making most of the dinner for them by the time she got home. She’d always perch her head on his shoulder, watching him cook as her arms wrapped around his middle comfortably. 

“Y’know babe,” she’d start, Shingo knowing what she’d say next as she’s repeated at least once a week since he’s been stuck at home, “You’d make a nice househusband, hmmm?” she’d nudge his side just under the ribs knowing he was a bit ticklish there. He’d jerk at the feeling as she giggled, and he’d groan that she got him again. She’d peck his cheek quickly before scurrying off to shower and change. 

Over the duration of Shingo’s recovery, she had been as patient as she could with him, to help him see himself how she sees him, that he’s loved and to help him come to terms with his mistakes. She knew he still wasn’t in a good mindset and felt a bit guilty that a girl has her needs. She was hoping she could at least get him into it enough that she could also show him physically how much she loves him rather than saying the same words over and over through explanations. He needed to see it, feel it to understand. 

As they sat in bed, (Y/N) reading a manga quietly while Shingo leant against the headboard next to her, spaced out once more, she decided to take the chance to test the waters. Silently shutting the book and placing it on the nightstand, she turned towards her boyfriend, hooking her leg over his in their usual manner. Hugging him sideways, an arm wrapped behind his back and the other in front, she placed light kisses on his neck. She could feel him tense, and she stopped, resting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him. 

“Why would you still want to do that with me?” His voice was flat, unsure of what emotions he should be feeling. 

“Because. You’re my man and I chose you. And after these past weeks I feel it’s time for me to show you, properly, and remind you how much I love you, in all aspects… if you’ll let me?” she placed a gentle kiss on his jaw, giving his bicep and side a comforting squeeze. He responds hesitantly, his good hand resting lightly on her waist, scared that if he presses any further, she’ll vanish. “I don’t get it. How can you even want me like this after… that.” 

“Because I want to see you race again. I want to see that serious, focused look in your eyes as you haul ass down that pass. The way your arms flex and tense with shifting, turning the wheel, and just how much to use the handbrake. I wanna chase you again with our runs. I especially want you chasing me. That intimidating aura you and the car give off; it sends chills down me, Shin.” She mimics the chills effect by running her fingers down his chest and stomach, feeling him tense the muscles there. 

“Remember what you were like when you had that adrenaline? That sexy ass smirk you’d put on when you had a challenger. The way your voice got growly when you wanted to prove people wrong.” Her hands lightly traced along his neck, roaming to each place of him that she described. Her fingers left a trail of heat in their wake. Shingo shivered slightly when her fingers travelled down to his v-line. “Remember how you’d get when you’d show off your techniques to me in your car? You couldn’t even get to the bottom of the pass before I’d tell you to pull over and shut the car off. God, you are one hot son of a bitch, Shingo.” 

Her kisses trailed down to his collarbone, kissing the exposed skin to the rim of his shirt. She felt him squeeze her waist, his wrapped hand touching the other side. “You have no idea how much I love you.” As she continued to display her affection, he was conflicted about what he really wanted. He didn’t feel that he deserved so much attention like this but when he thought back to all the previous times, he had her calling his name like a melody, and twisting and bending her in delicious ways that she’d praise him to and beg for more, he always knew he was doing something right. Even after the last few weeks of having no intimacy he craved her touch more than anything, guilt be damned. 

His carnal mind told him to throw the baggage out the window and revel in his woman, but his conscious told him to smooth things over first, end this torturous mental state and get through the pain. Maybe, just maybe, if he put himself first, decided to be a little selfish and ignore the guilt for one night, to listen to his girl’s words and take them in, try to see her point of view, he’d get through it better. His hold on her waist tightened as he made up his mind by pulling her closer, forcing her to adjust her position and straddle his thighs. 

She hummed happily, knowing he accepted her, and she was going to damn well prove to him just how fucking perfect he was. “If you ever want me to stop, just say so, alright, baby? No questions asked.” She rose her head to plant a kiss on his nose, the same way she did since their first date. He nodded lightly, his thumbs lightly rubbing into her hips. “Good boy.” She smiled warmly before leaning in to give him a proper kiss. 

The passion she put into her movements was almost overwhelming instantly. Even if he didn’t kiss back with as much vigor, she didn’t pull away, didn’t let down. Her hands travelled back down to the hem of his burgundy t-shirt, spreading her fingers out to feel his upper half in full as she pushed his shirt up, breaking the kiss to pull it off him, still being mindful of his injured wrist. 

The second his shirt fell to the floor, her lips latched back onto his, the ghostly pressure of her snake bites pressing against his soft lips pulled a light sigh out of him. He always loved the way her piercings felt on his skin, even along his neck and chest, the small red metal loops never failed to elicit those lovely sounds from his throat. The second she got the chance to slip her tongue in past his parted lips, she pressed her tongue against his, the piercing on her wet muscle earning a low moan and a firmer grip on her hips. 

Her hands dropped to the waistband of his pants, lithe fingers ghosting down and over his slowly growing length. She whispered words of praise and details of him that she found beautiful; his eyes. Attractive; his face and body, his both adorable and unexplainably hot nose, and so much more that he was melting completely under her touch. She had him sighing and whimpering so prettily, his voice whispering her name as she took her time showing him just how much she wanted him. Just as she was about to hook her fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants, their eyes met and- 

“Yo, Shingo!” Growling in annoyance, his eyes snapped over to the guy who pulled him back to reality, his cigarette bent in half as well. “What.” The man approaching him put his hands up in surrender, surprised by the sudden hostility. 

“Nothin’ man, just wanted to see how things were going. You looked pretty spaced out there.” 

“Was going fine until you brought me back to the cesspool of reality.” Shingo took a long drag of his bent cigarette before stomping it out and breathing the smoke out through his nose in an annoyed sigh. His eyes landed back on his girl and her friend, seeing Nakazato still with them. Couldn’t have been more than a few minutes that he was daydreaming for, the race hadn’t even started yet. He kept his gaze directed on the three of them, picking up on how her friend stared at Takeshi almost dreamily like she does with the Takahashi Brothers as well. (Y/N) however, had her back completely to him so he couldn’t tell, but that annoyingly soft smile Takeshi was displaying pissed him off. 

He always kind of hated deep down that Takeshi seemed to have all the looks. Didn’t have a weird nose, had a defined, angular facial structure that the girl’s would lose their shit over, how his eyebrows complimented his eye’s shape, all of it. It was annoying. Then the day he got his “sweet 3-2” it’s like he became as much a bitch magnet as the Takahashi’s. 

But when Shingo and his girl got deeper into their relationship, he was surprised at how much she’d stare at him, complimenting his features, and then winking at him with play seduction before going back to what she was doing. He came around quickly with the fact she only had eyes for him and loved the way she’d give disgusted looks to random guys who tried talking her up before she simply pointed in Shingo’s direction so he could flip them off as he took a sip of his beer if it was at a bar. He’d always pick up on the way she smirked when he’d do that, always muttering in his ear a few minutes later how his “jealousy and bad boy attitude was fucking hot.” 

Deciding he had enough of the way Takeshi kept looking over to her, Shingo called him over. “Oi, Nakazato, come here for a ‘sec.” He motioned him over with the cigarette he just lit to calm his stress. Takeshi had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind; Shingo sounded eerily calm for a change. This can’t be good. The girls looked over, hearing Shingo’s voice and (Y/N) smiled at him with a little wave of her fingers before turning her attention back to her friend who’s now leaning an arm on her shoulder and pointing across the street at something. 

Takeshi approached Shingo, his hands in his pockets as he gave the Civic driver a nod in acknowledgement. “What’s up?” 

“Don’t you have anything better to do than hit up my girl?” Shingo gave him a pointed look of annoyance, his eyebrows arched as his eyes looked upward but his head barely moving, giving off a stronger aura of intimidation. 

“You know she’s on our team, Shingo. The least I can do is be nice and strike up some conversation like I do with the rest of the guys.” 

“You don’t give the guys that interested look you’ve been giving her for the last few minutes.” He paused, taking another drag of his cigarette, his tone remaining lower than usual, even with all the people chatting about. He didn’t want to draw attention and make a scene, potentially embarrassing his girlfriend if he had some outburst. Nah, this was strictly between him and Takeshi. 

“Listen, I’m not trying to start some kind of split or anything with you two, I’m just interested in her potential as a racer. You’ve been teaching her the gumtape techniques, right? I was surprised she’s been learning it quickly and having to retrain herself in her braking style. ‘Mean... I have been curious how you scored her anyway; I was going to ask her that...” The R32 driver scratched the back of his somewhat bashfully, his cheeks a faint pink. 

“Why the hell do you care so much about how I got her?” Shingo’s signature snarky tone resonated through his throat. Little did Takeshi know; it was her who got Shingo. 

“Uh, no reason really… just,” Takeshi looked away, slightly embarrassed, “she’s hot you know? And talented.” 

“Of course, I know she’s hot, dumbass, she’s my girlfriend.” He glared at Nakazato, not liking the idea of him staring at his woman so much. “So, if you’re done staring, which you should have been ages ago, why don’t you go try to pick up some other chick that ain’t my woman, huh.”  He snarled possessively. “Out of all the chicks around here that admire and fawn over you cause you’re ‘so talented’ and have a ‘cool car’ you have to lay your eyes on my girl?” 

Shingo noticed the way Takeshi side-eyed the road underneath them, (Y/N) did something similar when she knew she had been caught for something, whether it was for something light-hearted and playful or something serious. Shingo scoffed, “Seriously man? You seem to have all the women at your feet around here like you’re one of the fuckin’ RedSuns. Fuck, bro, you even have a thing for Sayuki even if she doesn’t like you and is a royal pain in the ass, can’t you go for someone else that isn’t (Y/N)?”  He took another inhalation of his cigarette, this time quicker with an angry inhale and exhale. 

“I’ll be damned if she has even the slightest notion of wanting to go for you. Just because you half-assedly gel your hair, listen to the same music bitches around here dig, and drive that shitty ass R32 doesn’t mean you can just walk in thinking you can win over my woman, got it?” he snarled viciously. He was seething and Takeshi could feel it rolling off the man in waves. Even his Civic, that sat silently, which he was sitting on the hood of seemed to be radiating a heavy form of malice that sent shivers down his spine. It was the same malicious aura Shingo and his ride radiated before the wreck and he still tapped bumpers. 

Despite the chilling waves he was getting from Shingo and his car, Takeshi could pick up on the physical tenseness in the man’s muscles. His position on the hood of the Civic with his ankle sitting on his knee, rigid arms hanging over his raised leg. His head was tilted to one side slightly to get a better look at Nakazato, eyeing him up with a glare. Was Shingo really that scared of losing his girlfriend to someone else? The sheer possessiveness was also borderline protective with the words he unleashed like a spitfire. Like he was justifying reasons as to why she wouldn’t want anyone else. “Piss off Nakazato, you ain’t gettin’ her.” He said in another eerily calm tone; it was his final warning. 

“Loud and clear, man. I promise I wasn’t trying to do anything; I just admire her driving capabilities. She learns quick is all – lets uh, just drop it, yeah? Sorry for bringing it up…” he raises his hands out of his pockets in surrender. 

Just when the tension felt like it was finally going to die down and both men could get a second of peace and breathing room, one of the spectators noticed the two NightKids together. Approaching the two racers with his couple of buddies in tow, he speaks up. 

“Aye, Shingo, how ‘ya been recovering man? Heard about that run in with the 8-6 during y’all’s race. How’d you lose to that junkheap and turn your car into one in the process?” he chuckled along with his buddies, looking back at them as they did so. The asshole wasn’t quiet with his announcement, gaining the sharp attention of Shingo’s girlfriend, not even fifty feet away. She watched silently, her head nearly turned all the way around while her body stayed put, like an owl stalking its prey without moving. As the idiot kept talking about Shin’s most recent fuck ups, she silently handed her coffee to her friend, turning fully and slowly stalking over with dark eyes, upper half and tilted head almost unmoving in contrast to her strides. The three men still cackling didn’t notice her at first until she stood right next to one of the guys on the left of the ‘leader’ of the group. 

Feeling a presence next to him, he looked over to see a girl dressed in all black consisting of a punkish jacket, ripped jeans and combat boots, jumping back towards his friends at the sudden appearance. Her lip rings glinting red from the streetlamps and belt chains glistening and clinking slightly as she adjusted her hands in her pockets. Her eyes were narrow and dark, head tilted ominously as she stared up at them much like Shingo did to Takeshi. Being shorter than them in height, she found it to be a useful fear tactic. A few strands of her hair landed on her cheek, partially covering her eye. What freaked them out further was the fact she hadn’t blinked since she made eye contact with them. Her unblinking eyes then flicked to the so-called leader of the trio, daring him to speak. 

Meanwhile, Shingo and Takeshi watched from the side. Takeshi could feel her silent anger, it nearly mimicked the same that came off Shingo not moments earlier. Shingo, however, smiled with amusement. The way these assholes talked a lot of shit, acting like the hottest motherfuckers around, only to start shitting themselves at his short goth girlfriend. Deep down he was grateful she always acted quickly to defend him. 

“Would you be so kind as to fucking repeat that again? I’d love to hear it once more only to cut you off as I castrate those pathetic things you call balls. With. A. Spoon.” Her tone was low, deep, and her speech eerily proper for such an insult. She smiled at them, and they could’ve called it innocent if not for her eyes, murderous posture, and choice of words. 

They quickly stuttered out apologies as they scrambled over each other trying to run off anywhere that wasn’t near her. Shingo stood up from his place on the hood, to come up beside her, wrapping his right arm around her back to rest his hand on the side of her hip, squeezing lightly as a silent notion to walk with him. She smiled warmly towards him, no longer holding hidden malice. Sneaking her left hand in his front right pants pocket to hold onto him they walked over to her friend who was snickering at the whole ordeal, calling them idiots and looking like deer in headlights that had enough brain cells left to run. 

When it was announced that the race was coming to an end soon and the competitors only had a few more corners to cover, Shingo leaned into his girl’s ear. “Hey baby, why don’t we head out first and turn the downhill into a practice run for ‘ya, hmm? Go set up the tape n’ our phones, yeah? I’ll catch up to you in a minute and watch your form.” Kissing the shell of her ear, he handed her his phone and his keys. She nodded excitedly, practically prancing over to their matching EGs. 

Sitting in the passenger seat of Shingo’s car she pulled the gumtape out of the glovebox cutting off two long strips. She called his phone with hers, pressing the answer button putting them both on speaker, then attaching the tape to the front of their phones, sticking his to the dashboard securely above the air vents. Doing the same to her phone in her car, she threw Shingo’s keys back at him as he reached the front of his car, talking with a few of the NightKids he was cool with. 

Glancing over to her, he gave her a small swing of his head in the direction of the downhill with a cigarette dangling between the smirk he wore. She nearly giggled to herself as she hopped in her sleek black EG. Starting the car and exiting the parking lot slowly, avoiding the spectators still present, she pulled onto the road, the ecstatic sound of her engine reverberating through the pass. Shingo finished up his small talk with the boys, putting out his cigarette and starting the car, he peeled out of the parking lot, speeding along to catch up to his girl. 

As (Y/N) cleared the first few corners she could see people on the sidelines ahead turning their heads in her direction as she sped the car around the corners and straightaways. Some commented about having never seen a black EG6 around Gunma before, let alone Myogi. After she had passed around the next corner, another Civic engine was heard, it was louder and the occasional backfire from the exhaust could be heard. The scarlet FR Killer drifted around the tight corner before recovering flawlessly, gaining speed and repeating the same maneuver. The dark aura it gave off as its headlights blinded the spectators' eyes, sent chills down their spines as they realized Shingo may not like having another EG6 to compete with locally. 

Soon, his headlights appeared in her rearview mirrors, and she sighed in relief that he finally showed up. She was starting to get nervous and felt like she was going to mess up a corner if she kept handbraking to drift like she was. It always terrified her that it was going to spin out by using the handbrake to drift instead of the wheels like everyone else. He began closing the gap quickly and she felt giddier the closer he got. 

The fact so many people were present put her under pressure as well. She braked and turned the wheel left, gripping around a corner, but slower than she did just last night. “You can take these corners a little faster baby, you’ll be fine.” She heard Shingo’s voice softly say from her phone’s speaker. Looking in her mirror again she saw his headlights getting bigger and could make out a bit of red. 

“I know… this many people here are making me nervous… feel like I’m gonna fuck up. And the drifting still bothers me.” She sighed out, stepping on the gas at the start of the straightaway. His lights disappeared for a split second before shining back after a drift around the corner she just passed. At this point, almost everyone still on the sidelines watched the two EGs get closer together and they felt that same bone chilling aura come off the red one. 

“Man, Shoji’s getting mad close to that other EG, you think he’s gonna tap the bumper like he does with the others?” one guy exclaimed, worried he was going to pull the move and they’d end up getting hit by the black mass of the new Civic. The word spread quickly down the pass with walkie talkies and phone calls that the NightKids second best was tailing behind the black Civic. All sorts of assumptions that he was reverting to his old ways of bumping into cars to make them lose control became the topic of the spectators. “But the black one is also an FF, it wouldn’t lose control that easily, bumped or not, right?” some would ask, others replying with, “If the driver isn’t skilled enough, anyone’s gonna spin out and lose control at a high-speed corner.” 

The mass had mixed emotions, some being excited to see the FR Killer in action, and others worried someone was going to wreck and slam into a guardrail, taking others with them. As the two civics gained on the next corner, Shingo’s front bumper was at least only a few inches away from (Y/N)’s rear. “When we drift on this corner, pull the brake gently and only about a fourth of the way up to start, push it down some then back up again to hold the drift alright, baby?” Shingo instructed and she replied with a soft “Okay.” 

They braked at the same time, entering their drifts in tandem. The crowd at the corner nearly shit themselves thinking Shingo had hit her, but someone called out with, “Holy shit, they’re drifting as close together as the Takahashi’s can!” The side of their car’s only inches apart and they recovered from the drift once again at the same time, and he held his position close behind her. Their engines roaring and growling in roughly the same tunes as they upshifted, accelerating down the short straightaway before repeating another drift. 

“Damn it. I messed up those corners, Shinnn!” she whined, complaining that her line was off slightly. She heard him chuckle at the other end, “You did fine, hot stuff. You recovered outta that pretty well. Just keep goin’, I’m right behind ‘ya.” 

“I feel like with you so close I’m gonna mess up a drift or something and take you with me. This handbrake stuff is kinda freaky, you sure we can’t drift with all the wheels like FRs if we put enough power in it to slide?” 

“Nope. The slide comes from the brake; most effective way to drift our cars, sweetheart.” She groaned once more, him chuckling at her cute complaints. 

When they reached the longest straight away of Myogi, he jerked the wheel to get in the lane beside her and line up their cars. He looked over at her, giving her one of those rare softish smirks she only ever saw when they were alone. She grinned, sticking her tongue out at him before locking eyes back on the road with a giggle. Rolling his eyes, he did the same and the crowd at the upcoming corner widened their eyes at the four headlights rapidly approaching them. “Why the hell are they next to each other now?! Neither can make a pass, the road’s too narrow here!” 

“Shingo’s pissed, isn’t he? He seriously wants this guy off his home course.” Funny how no one outside of the cars knew of the little spectacle seconds prior and that Shingo’s supposed rival was a woman, let alone his girlfriend. “You’d think he’d appreciate another FF in the area, an EG6 on top of it, but damn, he’s really gotta be the best, huh?” 

“Stay at the speed you’re goin’ and grip around the first half of this corner then pull the handbrake up almost halfway, release it, up again at a fourth, then down again. You know the wheel’s gonna give you that resistance, just keep pulling it right in small jolts, not too far though. Keep that left hand on your shifter and shift up to fifth just as you’re coming out of the corner, got it?” he instructed a bit more seriously, seeing as this was the largest corner on Myogi as well, providing the means for a longer drift. Replying with a quick “yeah,” Shingo braked first, taking his place back behind her and moving to the outside line, he copied her movements, watching her technique like a hawk and seeing her pull off a perfect drift and keeping the wheel resistance at bay beautifully. “Atta girl, baby.” he said proudly. 

She smiled at his words, shifting to fifth gear and pulling out of the corner in tandem with him. The crowd’s jaws were to the floor, slowly looking at one another in disbelief. “Why do I feel like they’re working together…?” and “Man, I’ve got chills. I thought we were gonna die for a minute” came from several people. 

Looking in her mirror, eyes landing on Shin’s Civic, she visibly relaxed. The sight of his car behind her always gave her comfort and reassurance when she was pushing her practices like this. He’s only ever bumped into her once and it helped to stabilize her when she began sliding too tightly. It was a practice night like this, no one on the pass and she started to turn into a corner too sharply, knowing she couldn’t pull herself out of it, he sped up just enough to tap the part of her bumper that was closest to him on the outside just before she started to slide and her car regained its grip on the road from straightening out some. 

Since then, knowing he’s behind her and sensing if she does something too quickly or tightly, he’s there to buffer her. It was funny knowing the mere sight of his car in others’ mirrors meant trouble but to her it was a sign that her man had her back. 

It didn’t take much longer for them to reach the end of the pass, and continue into the city, slowing down to the speed limits. They made small talk over the phone speakers, arriving home within minutes. Parking and taking the tape off their phones, they exit and lock the cars, heading up the stairs to their apartment. The second they cross the threshold of the door and the sound of it locking resonates, Shingo’s hands are on her hips, rubbing down to the back of her thighs and up to hold her ass. Squeezing the soft flesh he loves to revel in, she tilts her head up to look at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding her wrists. 

“Something on your mind, sir?” she smirked knowingly, her eyes flicking between his own and his mouth as she bit her bottom lip, one of her lip rings disappearing behind her teeth in the way that drives him crazy. 

“Call me that again and we’ll see where it gets you.” He growled, lowering his head to nip at her neck, his hands gripping the soft plush of her rear once more as she whispers his name with a drawl. Lifting her up, her legs instinctively wrap around his thin waist, and she can immediately feel the boner in his pants rubbing against her as he took them to their room. Dropping her back first into the bed, he hovered over her, intertwining a hand with hers as their lips met feverishly. “You are…” a deep kiss “so fucking hot…” another laced with tongue “when you drive.” He finished, breathily between kisses. Their tongues danced roughly, (Y/N)’s tongue piercing drew out the most enticing of moans from the man above her. 

His hand travelled quickly to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and over her head, then quickly unhooking her bra, throwing it across the room. His lightly calloused fingers were already working at the button of her jeans and the zipper, yanking them down by the thighs as she helped kick them off, bending forward to take her socks off with them. Leaving her in only lacy red panties, she smiled up innocently at him, seeing his mouth looking like it wanted to water at the sight. 

“Got a little surprise for you, Shin.” His eyes flicked up to hers in curiosity, silently prompting her to reveal it. She flipped onto her stomach revealing that it was his name in the form of English letters, strung across the top string of her panties, like a charm bracelet, the letters were covered in small diamonds. He nearly came in his pants from the sight alone. Looking over her shoulder, she watched his reaction. Biting her lip as he reached out run his fingers over the letter and lace, he growled out, “You’re really making it difficult to not rip these off of you.” 

“Well, I intend on wearing them again, so if you take them off nicely, you can have me any way you’d like.” She said with that mind-fucking seductive tone. Inhaling deeply, he did as she said, with much restraint. Taking hold of her thighs he began to twist them, silently telling her to turn back over. She made herself comfortable, lying back down, hair splayed around her head. Shingo knelt and hooked her thighs over his shoulders, spreading them out just a bit further before he hummed, pleased with the sight before him, he dove in, licking a flat stripe up her clit. Hearing her gasp for a breath was only the start of his motivation. Digging his fingers into the muscle of her thighs, he changed his game, pointing his tongue to push into her, curling it up, swirling, and licking repeatedly. Each time her thighs tensed, he’d rub his thumbs against them, a silent command she’s come to learn to relax them. 

Curling his tongue up, he pushed it inward, pressing against her clit, earning him a string of delicious moans and whimpers of his name from her pretty throat. He knew his woman inside and out. He would have her convulsing within minutes as he kept up his ministrations. Her thighs would tense and relax occasionally, her hands tugging at his dark hair, especially when he prodded at certain areas. 

“Shingo.” She huffed out, her pants continuing and growing heavier as she neared closer to release. When he started thrusting his tongue in and retracting outward with an upward curl, her whines grew, thighs tensed to the point no rubbing was going to relax them, and her fingers tangled tightly in his hair. 

His signature high pitched chuckle emitted from the back of his throat as he eagerly lapped up her release, kneading her thighs as he hummed at the sweet taste of her. Her sweet moans and whines were music to his ears. Pulling away from her as her convulsions lessened to nothingness, he wiped the remaining bits around his mouth with his thumb before sucking it off, eyes half-lidded as he held her gaze. 

“Look at you. All fucked out and we barely started, pretty girl. You want more o’ me?” he hovered over her once again, gently brushing strands of her hair out of her face, soaking in her features and cloudy eyes. She nodded almost tiredly, mumbling “Always want you, Shin. ‘M never gonna get enough of you.” Her pouty voice and the way her arms lift tiredly to reach for his forearms, holding onto him limply, made his dick twitch, reminding him how painfully constricted he was. 

“Move up and get comfy baby girl, you know damn well you’re gonna take all of me.” Pushing himself upright, he grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it up his back and over, stripping himself of it completely. (Y/N) was nearly drooling at the lovely sight. No matter how many times she’s seen him take his shirt off that way daily, it always sparked many thoughts in the wide and deep rabbit hole that was her mind. 

She barely processed how quickly he freed himself of his pants and tight boxers before crawling on top of her, the sensation of his deliciously hard cock rubbing against her soaked folds pulling her from her light daze. Instinctively, she hooked her leg over his calf, a known sense of comfort and closeness she’d come to love so easily. His lips kiss across the collarbone she has the Kanji of his name tattooed on. Being there when she got it, it’s his favourite tattoo of hers. So much in fact, he purposely nips and bites and sucks at the skin next to it, leaving his mark on her soft skin as he pushes himself into her slowly. Breathing deeply, she squeezes his arm with one hand and claws at his back with the other. “Relax, babe… squeezin’ me too tight.” He strained out, breath hot against her skin. 

Stopping his movements he waited until she relaxed enough before grasping her hip and bottoming out inside her in one large thrust. The loud moan she rewarded him with was sure to wake the neighbors, but he didn’t give a shit. He had to reward his girl for driving so well earlier. Give her some more motivation to practice even harder tomorrow night. “Fuck, you always take me so well, don’t ‘cha sweet girl?” she nodded quickly, wanting more and wiggling her hips to gain even the slightest friction. 

Giving into her wishes, and his own, he set his usual rough and fast pace. What he may lack slightly compared to others in girth and length he certainly makes up for with skill and that slight upward curve that hits her g-spot head on within seconds. Her head tilts back further into the pillow, eyes half-lidded and rolling to the back of her head as she moans Shingo’s name, though quieter than the first time. Her nails claw deeper into his back, leaving red marks, even drawing small bits of blood in some spots as he whimpers out “Fuck baby, God, this pussy was made for my cock.” His whimpers turned to loud whines as he continued to pump inside of her, his words, sounds and the feeling of his cock overwhelming her as she clenches around him and he releases a higher pitched groan, his fingers digging further into her hip, the other taking a gentle hold around her throat. His thumb lightly rubs the side of her neck, and she opens her mouth partially, the small tip of her tongue protruding just past her teeth to bite it at the lovely feeling of her new necklace starting to gently squeeze but not cut off airflow. Her eyes roll back once more, this time the full whites of her eyes showing, a breathy whine vibrating against his hand. 

Recognizing the familiar pattern of her walls fluttering and clenching against him on top of the sudden pants and deep breaths she takes in, he rolls his hips, getting a slightly deeper thrust in earning a hiccup from her. “S-Shin…” she stuttered his name several times, not being able to say it completely. “I know baby, you’ll get to cum soon. Hold out a little longer for me, yeah?” his words turned raspy, along with his breathy groans. 

“I can’t. I can’t Shin… wanna cum, please.” Small tears threatened to fall at the corners of her eyes when he increased his brutal pace. It felt like he was hitting places deeper than she thought existed. “Heh. Look at that baby,” He panted a few times, “really were made for me, weren’t ‘cha? Can see myself a bit in you.” His words confused her hazy mind, she turned her head to the side, to see what he meant, her side vision not catching anything out of the ordinary until he took one of her hands, covering it completely with his bigger one and placing it down on her lower stomach, applying some pressure where she could feel that region rising and falling slightly every time he thrusted in and pulled out. 

Mumbling his name then a string of incoherent words, she weakly grabbed the arm he used to keep balance, trying her best to grasp firmly despite her hand falling repeatedly the more she tried to hold onto him as she came. The string of convulses in her walls, had him cum right after, a line of curses pouring out of his mouth. Shingo dropped onto his arm, using his forearm and elbow to keep himself from crushing her. They stayed like this for a couple of minutes before Shingo grabbed her thigh, lifting it so her calf would wrap around his back as he slowly rolled them over into a sitting position with her straddling his pelvis. 

She groaned weakly, his still throbbing cock inside of her. He got comfortable leaning back against the headboard as he ran a hand over her hair softly, his other hand resting on the softness of her thigh, rubbing and kneading it lightly. Her head rested on his shoulder; face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Her arms hung limply at her side, but she didn’t care, he wore her out good. 

Through the haze of her mind and the delicious soreness between her thighs, she could feel a small trail of Shingo’s cum leak down her thigh, sticking to her gently, a ghostly reminder of how good he treats her. She makes a small move with the intent to get up and try to clean up before she falls asleep, however her man pushes her back down onto his cock by the hips and she chokes out a small hiccup. “Hold on baby. Want ‘cha to stay like this a ‘lil longer, wanna feel you a little closer to me, yeah?” he says lowly, his usual raspy voice once again present. 

She only nodded slowly, her senses focusing more on the feeling his cum drip further down both of her thighs now. Hiding her face deeper into his neck and pressing her chest closer to his, he chuckled seeing the dim shine on her thigh. “Mmm, made quite a mess of you, haven’t I?” his hand tangled in her hair, pulling it gently to the side to show her neck, leaving a teasing, light kiss on the sensitive skin. “Heh, nothing I love more than showing you that you’re mine, right sweet girl?” he adjusts his hips, making his cock shift inside of her, eliciting a high-pitched whine from his girl. 

“Shh, baby. Can’t help but wanna feel the inside of you more. You’re just so fuckin’ warm… makin’ me wanna stay like this forever. Just wanna keep you nice n’ warm, keep you full of my cum n’ never let you leave.” His voice sounded so sweet and soft in contrast to his delicious, filthy words. 

“Mhmm,” she hummed lightly, “Always gonna want you, Shin.” 

What was your first impression of shingo? The way they set him up as a villain made me want to smack him around but seeing his tears after he crashed his car changed everything. Immediately turned him into a little meow meow in my mind

Oh boy! I used to own the 8th gen Civic, so seeing a Civic there for the first time I was all, "Aww hell yeah." And seeing Shingo bump Iketani and Itsuki was kinda shitty, yeah, but at the same time he definitely had that intimidating vibe so it was more anticipation to see what he was gonna do in each episode.

I definitely admire the way Takumi could adapt to gumtape so quickly, but when you really break it down, it's even more impressive with Shingo, because he probably only at most 2 years to practice that. Seeing as you get your driving licence at 18 in Japan, and he's 20 in Stage 1, he somehow landed his Civic very shortly after and had to grind every night and probably retrain himself to brake with the left foot. He also had to learn how much to lift the hand brake, drive with one hand on the wheel, other on the shifter, etc...

Thus, in a two year span, it appears in the show that's he's basically mastered the art of gumtape since he races so relaxed and doesn't show signs of worry about his skill or the car's handling.

So, while he may be an asshole before his humbling loss, I grew to like him a lot more afterwards especially in Extra Stage, he definitely appears much more docile with Sayuki, Mako and Takeshi, even. It also shows that he reapects women racers which is peak. So, I really grew to like him, lol. 🫨

Thanks for reading my #TedTalk.