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"I think I know exactly who you're going to race, little man!" The blonde girl leaned down, her lips curling into a mischievous smile as she pinched Keigo's cheek. He scowled, quickly swatting her hand away, irritation flashing across his face.

"Get your car ready and follow us!" she called over her shoulder, already slipping back into her flashy pink Ferrari. The engine purred to life with a deep, throaty growl as she turned the key, wasting no time before speeding off toward Dabi, her blonde hair catching the light through the open window. Keigo darted back to his car, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he jumped inside his red Mustang. The rumble of its engine as he revved it echoed through the air, and the crowd around him parted like a wave, making way for him to pass.

From his windshield, Keigo could see Dabi grinning, a smirk that bordered on laughter as he eyed Keigo's car. Keigo tightened his grip on the steering wheel, feeling the tension build between them.

The young woman, still in her pink Ferrari, stuck two fingers out of the window, signaling for the cars to follow her lead. Her sleek car pulled onto a long, straight stretch of road, the asphalt glistening faintly under the streetlights, stretching for what seemed like half a mile. She brought her car to a stop and parked on the side, the Mercedes with the men pulling in right behind her.

Stepping out of her car, the girl made her way to the center of the road, arms stretched wide to her sides, motioning for the boys to halt on either side of her. People lined the edges of the street, their excitement palpable as phones were held high, ready to capture every moment of the race. The hum of chatter and the occasional pop of laughter filled the air.

Two men from the Mercedes strolled down the road, stopping halfway between the girl and the finish line, marking the endpoint with their presence. The distance was clear now, a narrow battleground for speed and pride.

You and your friends huddled near the starting line, close enough to hear every word exchanged between the two drivers, even over the noise of the growing crowd. Keigo leaned out of his window, voice sharp as he yelled at Dabi. "You stay away from y/n!"

Dabi chuckled darkly, throwing a look in Keigo's direction. "Oh yeah? Who said I couldn't talk to her?" he taunted, his voice dripping with challenge.

Keigo's jaw tightened, fury flashing in his eyes as he spat back. "Me, dipshit!"

Dabi's smirk widened, a hint of cruelty in his eyes as he toyed with Keigo. "Funny, because she seemed more interested in me at the club than in you," he said, his words slicing through the air like a blade.

Keigo bristled, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he seethed, barely keeping himself from leaping out of the car. Dabi, unfazed, rolled up his window slowly, a smirk still lingering on his face as he left Keigo fuming.

"Are you done yet?" The girl pouted impatiently, glancing back at Keigo, her hands on her hips. Keigo huffed, rolling his eyes before slamming his foot on the gas, his engine roaring in response, loud and ready. Dabi wasted no time, revving his engine even louder, holding out a thumbs-up from his window as if to declare victory before the race even started.

The girl squealed in delight, practically bouncing in place at the sound of the dueling engines. She reached behind her and, with a wicked grin, pulled a gun from the waistband of her skirt. The crowd gasped collectively, stepping back in surprise.

"Oh, come on!" She waved the gun nonchalantly, shrugging off the concern as if it were nothing. "I'm harmless, I swear." Her eyes glinted with mischief as she pointed the gun skyward, her finger curling around the trigger. "On the shot, you boys go for it! One-fourth of a mile. Keep it clean," she added, a manic gleam in her eye.