𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

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Sukuna cruised leisurely into a bustling area teeming with vibrant lights and a cacophony of excited voices. The air pulsated with the raw energy of a fervent crowd, punctuated by the screech of tires and the thumping beats of unmistakable music—wait was that...Tokyo Drift?

Your gaze darted to Sukuna, who wore a sly grin, one hand casually gripping the steering wheel while the other was draped out over the car window.

"Isn't this illegal?" you blurted out, your eyes darting around in nervous apprehension.

"Who cares? This is Tokyo," Sukuna retorted, his car smoothly merging with a cluster of four others, drawing cheers from the surrounding spectators who seemed to recognize his vehicle.

You had been completely oblivious to Sukuna's involvement in this scene during his free time. There had been no mention of it in any articles or news reports. Was this this a secret? How had he managed to keep it hidden? What if someone recognized him and exposed him online?

As Sukuna stepped out of his car, a surge of people eagerly approached him, greeting him with enthusiasm.

You sat frozen in the car, disbelief washing over you. Was this his idea of a surprise? What were you even doing here? All you wanted was to escape this chaotic scene, fearing it would only tarnish your reputation further. If anyone find out, the media would be more than happy to drag your name through the mud after all.

After what felt like an eternity, Sukuna slid back into the driver's seat. "You ready?" he asked, revving the engine. The crowd seemed to part before him, and the other cars ignited their engines with a deafening roar.

"Ready for what? You can't be serious," you exhaled, panic evident in your voice. Sukuna's grin widened as he revved the engine, letting out a thunderous roar that sent the crowd into a frenzy.

A woman clad in short shorts and a crop top appeared in the center, chewing gum nonchalantly. With a swift motion, she lowered her arm, flag in hand, signaling the start.

"Enjoy," Sukuna said cryptically, flooring the accelerator.

The car surged forward with a gut-wrenching roar, leaving you thrown back in your seat, gripping the sides in shock. The other cars followed suit, engines roaring in unison as they raced in speed.

"Sukuna!" The words tore from your throat as the cars burst onto an ordinary street, weaving through traffic. Surely, he wouldn't...

But just when you thought it couldn't get any more intense, Sukuna accelerated, darting past cars with a ferocity that left you breathless. The sensation was electric, a fiery thrill coursing through you, the tires screeching and smoke billowing in their wake. The sheer force of their speed was exhilarating, shaking you to your core.

Suddenly, Sukuna rolled down the windows, and a rush of icy wind slapped against your face. In the midst of the chaos, a laugh bubbled up from within you.

Was it longing? Excitement? Fear? You couldn't quite pinpoint it, and frankly, you didn't care. All that mattered was the adrenaline surging through your veins. The cycle continued relentlessly, a high-stakes race with no signs of slowing down. It felt like a challenge, a battle of endurance, as the other drivers refused to back down.

The crowd's cheers grew louder, reaching a fever pitch as Sukuna expertly navigated a sharp turn. He was so close, you could almost touch the spectators.

With a daring grin, he reached out, high-fiving them in a single fluid motion.

The shock you felt was beyond words; you were utterly bewildered. As Sukuna finally brought his car to a halt, the other three vehicles pulled up closely behind.