Fast And The Furious (Heavy Editing)

Job In Miami

Akira's Pov

Brian O'Connor, once a disgraced cop, now finds himself on the run, carrying the guilt of letting Dominic Toretto slip through his fingers. 

Looking for a fresh start and a clean slate, he ends up in Miami, Florida, ready to rebuild his life.

As for me? Well, I've followed him here. And right now, I'm finding my own little slice of peace, sprawled out on Brian's bed like it's my personal sanctuary.

You might be wondering why I'm lounging here instead of keeping an eye on my nephew. 

Well, it's summer, and Hiroki—bless his little chaotic heart—is off doing something way cooler than hanging with me: training to become an Yakuza.

Yeah, it's just one of those perks of being born into the Akatsuki Clan. Everyone gets drafted into the assassin life, no exceptions. Trust me, I tried to protest once, and that was a mistake.

Here in Miami, Brian and I have already made some unexpected allies. There's Tej Parker, a former street racer turned jack-of-all-trades, and Jimmy, who's basically a wizard with cars. 

Oh, and let's not forget Suki, a street racer who knows how to stand out.

Brian's starting to make a name for himself on the scene, going by his street name "Bullitt," and honestly, he's killing it.

"I could use the money. I'll be there," Brian mutters, yanking on his clothes in a rush. Dude looks like he's about to sprint out the door.

But my nap? Completely ruined when Brian bursts into the room like a tornado. "Akira, get up! Get your ass up!" he yells, ripping the blanket off me with zero mercy.

I groan, rubbing my eyes. "Let me sleep, bro..."

"Nope. I've got an offer from Tej, and I need to be there in two minutes. Get dressed—we're leaving now," he demands, practically dragging me out of bed and into his car.

In his panic, Brian dives into the wardrobe and throws me a random dress. "Here, put this on," he barks.

Still half-asleep I sit on the car as he drove away, I yawn and lazily pull off my nightgown, which, let's be real, is way shorter than it should be. But hey, comfort over style, right?

Honestly, by now, we're way past any awkwardness. We've seen it all—literally. The number of times we've accidentally walked in on each other is too high to count.

It's not even weird anymore. I mean, we used to take bubble baths together until we were like 10, so yeah, boundaries? Who's she?

(Akira's Attire)

"Seriously, Brian?!" I shot him a glare as I dress up. "Couldn't you have picked something less extra?!" Brian looked at me like I was speaking alien. "What's wrong with it?"