𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 | 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

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[Y/n] grabbed her leather jacket from the hook by the door, slinging it over her shoulders as she prepared to leave, she was looking forward to a ride on her motorbike to clear her head.

Just as she reached for the doorknob, Ran and Sanzu appeared out of nowhere, blocking her path like two idiots.

"Going out again?" Ran asked, raising an eyebrow. His tone curious

"Yeah," [y/n] replied casually, slipping her gloves on. "It's personal."

"Why is it always 'personal' with you?" Sanzu muttered, crossing his arms. "You're always sneaking off somewhere."

[Y/n] ruffled Sanzu's hair, tilting her head at him. "Maybe I just like keeping you idiots curious but dont worry I'll tell you guys everything soon"

"Whatever," Ran sighed, leaning lazily against the doorframe. "Just be back early. We've got a mission later, and if you're late, I'm blaming you when Mikey flips the fuck out."

"Yeah, yeah," [y/n] said, rolling her eyes as she brushed past them. "Don't worry. I'll be back in time to save your sorry asses."

Sanzu cocked an eyebrow as he looked at her retreating figure "is it just me or is she being weirdly nice today?". Ran just shrugged "Now that I think about it, she is acting a bit strange".

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[Y/n]'s motorbike roared to life as she strapped on her helmet, the engine's low growl vibrating beneath her. She pulled out of the driveway and onto the open road, the cool wind whipping against her face.

The city passed by in a blur of concrete and neon, but [y/n]'s mind was elsewhere. She had a plan in motion, something that had been brewing for weeks, and today was another step toward making it happen.

Eventually, she pulled up in front of a familiar bike shop. The large sign overhead read "D&D Motorcycle Shop", and just seeing it brought a smile to her face.

The doorbell jingled as [y/n] stepped inside, the scent of motor oil and metal filling the air aswell the sound of tools clinking and engines humming.

A tall figure with a familiar braid was bent over a bike, his hands busy tightening a bolt. Nearby, another man with platinum blond hair was organizing tools on a workbench.

"Whatsup fuckers, anyone home?" she called out playfully.

Draken straightened, wiping his hands on a rag as he turned to face her. His sharp features softened into a small smile when he saw her. "[y/n]? Well, I'll be damned. It's been a while."

"Hey, Draken" she called out, her voice warm. "Long time no see."

[Y/n] grinned, walking over and giving him a light punch on the arm. "Don't act so surprised, Draken. I figured it was about time I checked in on my favorite bike shop."

"Favorite, huh?" came another voice . Inui stepped into view. "You've been gone so long I thought you forgot we existed.

Come on, Inui," [y/n] said with a mock pout. "You know I could never forget you guys. Life's just been, busy, you know how it is."

"Busy getting into trouble, I bet," Draken said, raising an eyebrow.

"Awee you know me too well," [y/n] replied with a laugh.

The three of them spent the next several minutes catching up, sharing stories and trading jokes like old friends. Draken leaned against the workbench, his arms crossed as he listened to [y/n] talk about how her life's going.

[Y/n] then walked over to one of the custom bikes on display, running her hand along the sleek metal frame. "So, what's new? Any cool projects?"

Draken pointed to the bike he was working on. "This beauty right here. Custom build for a client who wants speed and style."