CITY LIGHTS - Sugawara Koushi x Reader

Chapter 2 - Silver Strands

I'm actually finding this really fun to write, I hope you enjoy it!

-Jay

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The night air was crisp and cool, sending shivers down your spine. Stars shone weakly above you in the late-night Tokyo light pollution. Your E/C orbs shone brightly in the bright lights, picking up every little detail in the sky and the landscape as you drove down the familiar route to a small car park.

It was a place you knew well. During the day when the sun shone brightly, it was an empty and desolate place. The only life would be the small weeds growing out of the cracks in the old and worn concrete.

Yet this small piece of heaven became a completely different place when the moon came out. A place that was full of raring motors, puffs of smoke from illegal substances, bright chatter, warm laughter, a place where you could go to be yourself. A place that was full of life.

It became like your second home, the place you went when things weren't going well. Even during the day, there was a sense of comfort in parking the bike and walking around the empty car park, your feet tracing the ground with each step, noises from the bustling city ringing in your ears.

Yet now even as the night continued to draw its dark curtains over the bright land, loud noises were still heard, music and laughter. A sign you were nearing your destination.

Slowing down, you couldn't help the small smile that spread across your face as your eyes scanned over the thickening crowd.

You couldn't help but notice every small detail of your surroundings, how there was a wide range of people, all with varying beliefs and looks. One person you knew seemed to strike out the most, his trademark cherry red hair always spiked up, reflecting his droopy looking face.

Satori Tendou, a car racer for the 'One winged Eagles'. A weird name for a gang to go with a weird bunch of guys. Yet no matter what you called them, 'weird' or 'strange', you would always have to respect their love and talent for racing, fixing motors, or anything to do with vehicles.

Moving your thoughts away from the maroon and white coloured gang, you looked around, now slowing down to 2km as you moved through the dispersing crowd, those not wanting to get run over hurriedly making a pathway for you.

"Isn't that Rookie? Weren't they the one who stole those vintage parts from 'One winged eagles' to use for their own bike?"

"Surely not, I mean they have barely been here for a year-"

Whispers shrouded your mind, the heartless whispers of all these strangers who continued to part for you. Yet all you could do was help the small smile that threatened to creep across your face as you heard these rumours.

How could someone like you steal vintage parts? You knew how much those meant to a motorcyclist, plus it meant more of a competition for yourself if they ever used the specialised parts.

Finally letting the smirk cross your face, you looked out into the sea of people, all chattering amongst each other, drinking or smoking. You continued to make your way through the crowd, the soft hum of the bike underneath you almost clearing all of your nerves.

As you continued to look around, you couldn't help but notice the variety of gang colours.

There was the 'one-winged eagle' gang wearing maroon and white. They were a powerful group, always playing dirty and throwing everything on the line to get a satisfying win. Their gang also owned a vehicle workshop, around the north of Tokyo. It was a more secluded area meaning they could undergo more detailed trades while also keeping their business going.