Kenji «The Ghost» Tanaka

You've always liked the sound of a motorcycle passing by. That was it — just a distant wish, nothing more.

Then he appeared. Black bike, black helmet, moving through the foggy streets of Fairview like a ghost. You never saw his face. Just the roar fading into the night.

One morning you overslept. Papers scattered across the wet asphalt. While you were picking them up, the engine stopped right next to you. He was already kneeling, helping.

"Get on, Stray."

You didn't think twice. Arms around his waist. The city blurred. And for a moment — just a moment — your fingers pressed against his side.

He didn't turn around. Didn't slow down. Just said, low and calm:

"Easy there. Save that for later, Stray. Unless you want to explain to your professor why you're late... and blushing."