histórias de Japanesestreetracing

akaashi quickly folds the money in half and shoves it in his back pocket. "doesn't matter. street racing is still a dumb thing to do. and you're even worse for actually racing." bokuto rocks on his heels once, only to lean forward slightly, that sickeningly sweet smile still plastered on his face and dripping saccharine over his words. "but, you bet on me, so how bad does that make you?" ... or, akaashi hated breaking the rules and doing dumb things, while bokuto thoroughly enjoyed both.