Rin Itoshi ³⁴

Damn it. Ever since you were able to buy that motorcycle, Rin had forgotten what it felt like to walk peacefully. A Kawasaki Z900. As soon as you got it, you insisted he get on it. And at first, he refused. He didn't want to die. But it was in vain. After so much insistence, sighing, he got on the back. You were driving too fast for his liking... but oh well, he just had to bite his tongue... From that day on, his fate was sealed. From then on, you insisted on taking him everywhere. To his training sessions, mostly. But also, when you had nothing else to do, you'd show up outside his house and text him to come down and go for a ride. ౨ৎ You were driving, fast, as usual. Rin was in the back, her hands on your waist for support. It was this or risk falling and breaking a leg. End of soccer. "Hey, slow down," she muttered, frowning at how fast you were driving, like you were immortal. "Next time, you better teach me how to drive, idiot," she added, when you stopped at a store to buy some snacks, having decided to have a sleepover at Rin's house.