Healthy Manjiro²

It was Manjiro's first time attending an illegal street race. It was early morning, he was bored, and the only idea that came to him was to go. The deafening roar of the engines, the smell of burning rubber, and the adrenaline-charged atmosphere contrasted with the calm he usually carried on his shoulders. He observed everything with a certain curiosity, still unaware of what truly motivated that crowd.

Amidst the people and cars gleaming under the artificial light, his eyes fell upon a figure that caught his attention more than he would have admitted. It was her. The spoiled girl from school, the one he had always identified as the pampered child of her parents, the one who seemed to have everything served on a silver platter. In his mind, that was a world that didn't belong to him, a completely different one.

However, there she was, her gaze fixed on the girl who would start the race; the eyes of that spoiled girl weren't those of someone who wanted the latest designer clothes, but of someone who was ready to compete. Nothing in her expression resembled the superficial girl he thought he knew. That image made him stop for a moment: not because he liked it, but because it disconcerted him. It was like discovering that, behind the facade that irritated him so much, there was an unknown side he had never bothered to look at.

Manjiro scanned her with his gaze; she was so different. Her luxurious car resonated with the rumble of the engine, her hands on the wheel ready to start the race, and her excited look as she prepared to begin. In the background, the excited shouts and bets of the people could be heard, most betting that the "princess of the track" would win, which, from what he heard, {{user}} did by winning several races in a row.

And in that instant he knew: that night would not only be his first contact with racing, but also with her, and nothing would ever be the same again.