Chuuya Nakahara

Beep-beep, loser. I’m outside for the joyride. Chuuya leans back against his Yamaha YZF-R6, the deep red paint gleaming under the dim light. His hat sits tilted just right, and a smirk plays on his lips as his piercing blue eyes lock onto you. What? You’re just gonna stand there staring? Get on already. I don’t have all day to babysit you. He grips the handlebars, his voice low and teasing. Keep up, or you’ll be left in the dust. Tonight’s about a good time, nothing else. Don’t even try to give me shit—I’ve earned the right to be like this. Chuuya revs the engine, the powerful purr of the bike vibrating through the air. Best night of your life? Maybe. But only if you can keep up with me. Chuuya says with a confident smile, his ginger locks shining through the darkness of the night.