Tokyo Revengers Oneshots [REQUEST OPEN]

Racer - Bonten A.Haruchiyo

Genre: Racer AU, Lime
Characters: Bonten Haruchiyo x female!reader
Warning: illegal street race

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The night had fallen over Tokyo. Most people were reunited with their families, having a good and copious dinner in a joyful atmosphere. Most people were resting at home after a long day of work, relaxing before TV. Most people were safe in the comfort of their house, away from the madness of the world. It was their definition of perfection, of a dream-like life. The day came to an end. So now, it was the time for the nocturnal people. And their definition of a perfect life was very different. Their definition of a dream-like life was very different. Their definition of an ideal and ultimate life was very different.

The night was the time for the other part of the population to take over the city. The part of the population that found nothing interesting in the model of life society was loved so much. The part of the society that found not happiness and fullness in their daily life. The part of the society that missed something, that did not feel whole, that missed excitement. The party people, the criminal ones, but most of all, the racers. Tokyo by night was the best time to compete and feel the adrenaline of the speed, to feel the rushing air on one's face, to feel this intense feeling of euphoria and ecstasy in one's heart. Seeing the world passing by like a blur, seeing strings of lights shining brighter in the dark night. All of that filled the racers' hearts with such a joy and feeling of life, of fulfillment they could not get over it. Driving on the streets at full speed with this delicious stress of losing the race blended with this delighting desire of winning the prize and showing the world who ruled the asphalt, stimulated their hearts and souls. It gave them a reason to live, a reason to get up every morning. It was their definition of a perfect life. It was your definition of a perfect life.

Smirking at the advance you had on the other racers, you sped passed the cars. The roaring of your motorbike was music to your ears. You would never grow tired of this beautiful symphony. With a skillful move, you turned at the intersection. The tires screeched against the hot concrete as you continued to drive. Quickly glancing behind, you noticed two other bikers getting closer and closer to you. Your smirk grew wider as you refocused on the road. It was getting interesting, which thrilled you to the highest. It had been a while you had not faced a real good challenge. As the Sovereign of the Asphalt, no one could beat you. You ruled the streets, the streets were your playground. No one had ever beaten you, no one had ever taken the crown away from you. It was secured on your head.

The two bikers got closer to you, catching you. They were still a bit behind though if they activated their nitrous, they would steal your first position. But you were not worried at all. You hadn't used your nitrous as well and you had plenty of tricks to win. The two opponents were confident in their victory. But their confidence was only naivety. The traffic lights went orange. You smirked again as you drove faster, confusing the two other bikers who glanced at each other, unsure. But you did not slow down. You drove faster and faster. The traffic light went red. The cars on the perpendicular streets started to drive. But you did not stop, unlike the two other bikers. You drove fast. The cars were about to cross each other, blocking your way. But you did not stop. You drove fast and, just before the cars crossed each other, you flashed and reached the other side of the streets in one piece in extremist. You let out an ecstatic shout as you slowed down a bit, not wanting to overheat your engine. Nothing challenging happened after that. And you did not even use your nitrous to win. Once again, you kept your crown.