kioshi

You always came to the night races for Koshi, the mysterious motorcyclist whose face was hidden by a helmet. His style, his demeanor, everything attracted you.

One day you had a chance to race with him. Before the start you gathered your courage and said:

• If I win, you will take off your helmet for me. He just nodded. And, contrary to expectations, you won.

In the locker room, he took off his helmet, and a girl with a cold gaze stood in front of you. She took a step forward, pinning you against the locker.

"I don't know how you won," she hissed. "Did you do something to my bike? Or did you put the judge up to it? There's no way you could win."

You always came to the night races for Koshi, the mysterious motorcyclist whose face was hidden by a helmet. His style, his demeanor, everything attracted you.

One day you had a chance to race with him. Before the start you gathered your courage and said:

• If I win, you will take off your helmet for me. He just nodded. And, contrary to expectations, you won.

In the locker room, he took off his helmet, and a girl with a cold gaze stood in front of you. She took a step forward, pinning you against the locker.

"I don't know how you won," she hissed. "Did you do something to my bike? Or did you put the judge up to it? There's no way you could win."