Be My Babe | Initial D

Prologue

"i didn't know where else to go."

hello my lovelies, bubls here!
before we begin this story i would like to run
over a few things.

[i do not own initial d or its characters]

this story contains
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•manga spoilers
•anime spoilers
•foul language
•some sensitive topics

[y/n kogashiwa a 'quiet school girl' gets wrapped up in some boys shenanigans]

this is a Initial DxReader fanfic.

as much as i dislike self inserts whom are related to characters in their fictional work i felt as if this would work with the story line.

all characters will be similar ages with y/n herself, ryosuke and keisuke will be aged down to 20 in this fanfiction.

Y/N Kogashiwa
18
she/her
5'6"
eunos roadster owner
suzuki carry daily

Enjoy my loves <3

Since my earliest memories, a fervent passion for cars has coursed through my veins.

In those youthful days, this affection of mine found little warmth in the hearts of my peers, classmates, or even in the chambers of my own thoughts. But my love for cars remained unwavering. It was a part of me, an indomitable flame that refused to be extinguished.

My father, a driving force behind my automotive enthusiasm, played a pivotal role in nurturing this ardor. He spared no effort in introducing my brother and me to the world of racing. Whether it was the exhilaration of go-karting, the daring exploits of motorbike races, or the intoxicating allure of cars on the track, he ensured we experienced it all. His unwavering encouragement sowed the seeds of passion in us, and it took root deep within our souls. My father had done a magnificent job, molding us into disciples of speed and mechanical mastery.

Weekends became a sacred time of learning and practice under our father's watchful eye. The rumble of engines, the scent of gasoline, and the thrill of speed were our companions. We delved into this world of racing, my brother and I side by side, each turn of the wheel, every twist of the throttle, an adventure of its own.

It was evident from the start that my brother possessed an innate talent, seemingly superior in our racings. He would leave me in his dust, conquering each challenge with ease. And in those early years, I clung to the idea that his age was the sole reason for this supremacy. It couldn't be anything else, or so I told myself.

But here I stand today, a testament to the power of dedication and unyielding passion. Dad, I've grown, evolved, and improved drastically. The countless hours spent on the track, the late nights poring over every detail of a car's anatomy, and the unwavering belief in the pursuit of speed have transformed me.

I swear, Dad, the time has come. I can't wait to prove it to you all, to shatter the doubts that once loomed over me and unveil the true extent of my abilities. My journey is far from over, and the road ahead stretches into the horizon, inviting me to leave my mark upon it.