it was nothing but a regular saturday afternoon, the sunlight peering through the shops windows as it casted a warm environment for the man to work in.

the smell of nicotine and engine oil wafted throughout the place, a lone cigar hanging in between his lips as dark eyes studied the different parts in front of him in concentration- humming in thought while picking up a random bolt.

fixing and tinkering with different types of motorcycles was sano shinichiro's favorite past time, liking the way on how his hands would always come out covered in soot after he was done repairing a customers bike.

the faint stench of oil clinging on his clothes gave him some sort of comfort that even he couldn't explain why.

ever since shinichiro was nothing but a lone high school student, he had developed a strong connection that involves motorcycles- tinkering with just about anything that he can get his hands on, even if those were his friend's own bikes.

even in his own gang meetings, the raven haired man could be seen restoring a random bike that he had found while his subordinates stand in front of him waiting for his words.

ah yes, how can we forget about the fact that he was the founder of the infamous biker gang group called the black dragons?

this motorcycle loving guy founded and led one of the known gangs around tokyo- his charisma alone earning him a title as the most respected delinquent in his era. no delinquent has not heard about his name, sano shinichiro was always the topic in the streets.

whether what they say be true or false about him, no one can get this man off his pedestal even when bigger biker gangs come for him.

you might expect the man to defeat them all singlehandedly, right? well then that's where you're wrong.

despite him having the title and being the most respected in the current era of delinquency, the raven haired man was actually also known for not being skilled in the area of fighting- but thankfully his men were loyal to him and are always there to stick up for their boss.

and they still are, devoting their hearts and bodies just to be in the presence of the great shinichiro even if the man had already retired from being a delinquent and rather chose to become a mechanic- being the owner of s.s motors and all.

some of his friends would drop by to say hi, catching up with their long time friend as they watched him tinker away with the spare parts that they bought for him.

they understood as to why the man had to leave from being a delinquent and would rather live a normal life- there were also cons that came into being the most known and respected delinquent in all of tokyo.

up until now, some thugs would come in his shop to try and beat the shit out of him- wanting to beat down the king and miserably failing whenever he would throw random wrenches at them.

it may sound pathetic but hey- it works.

all throughout his teenage years up to his young adulthood, shinichiro was always a daily target for those lowly biker gangs who wanted to rise to the top in the quickest way possible- and what better way that to beat him up, right?

that's why he chose to leave the dangerous life of being a delinquent to not only protect himself but also his family and friends who are highly likely to be used as a bait to knock him off his throne.

though i don't think the others get the memo because they still pursue him like teenage girls asking their crushes out.

with a sigh escaping his lips, he was finally done with the finishing touches that he needed to complete his beautiful masterpiece- setting down the wrench that he was holding to admire his craftmanship.

the bike was brought in by a customer who wanted to change the engines into something similar to what his gang would have- something loud and attention catching. it was a hard task at first but in just two days he has finally finished it and is now ready to be returned to their owner.

"now that's what i call a handsome bike." his attention was brought to the doors when he saw a woman about his age walk in, palms immediately sweating as she neared where he was.

oh, did i also mention that he's also weak with his women? and this girls aura wasn't helping him calm down his heart as he mustered up the courage to ask what she needed.

hopefully she was just looking around and won't actually strike up a conversation with him. (e/c) eyes scanned the shop, landing on his figure with a hum escaping her lips.

"my bike needs its tire's changed." he spoke too soon.

and although he was a bit chummy when it comes to talking to people opposite of his gender, it kind of intrigued him when he peered behind her to see a shiny cb250t sitting in front of his shop- now this woman clearly has tastes.

shinichiro turned to her with an awkward laugh leaving past his lips, cigarette long gone as he gathered all of the needed tools that he would use to help her out.

"alright, let's go check on the damage."

the bell rang the moment he opened the door, dark eyes landing on the gorgeous bike as he couldn't help but smile at it. the man had heard about the legendary cb250t from his friends- and apparently it was one of the most expensive bikes to ever retail here in japan.

so imagine his excitement now that he can finally get his hands on it.

"this shit's cool- oh i'm sorry." the (h/c) haired woman waved him off, disregarding his words and peered down on her wristwatch.

"how long will it take for you to fix it?" she asked, startling him out of his daydreams as the man let out a thoughtful hum.

"about fifteen to twenty minutes. thirty if you wanna get the scratched off too."

he was lying of course- but he'd do anything at this point just so that he can be in this bike's presence for more than ten minutes of him actually fixing it, horrible i know.

"i'll be back in thirty- make sure it has gas as well." and with that, shinichiro watched the woman walk away, patting himself on the back that his little plan had worked out.

the man turned all his attention back to the bike, grinning to himself as he began to think of ways on how to disassemble and assemble this ride in thirty minutes or under- and switching out the tires of course.

"let's get to work."

it took him ten minutes to switch out the tires, failing to find a way to successfully disassemble this bike like legos without leaving evidences of his innocent crime- satisfied that he's got to even work on a cb250t in all his years of working as a mechanic.

shinichiro stood up with a proud look on his face, admiring the little add-ons that he had added to the exterior to successfully cover the scratches from its shiny surface. they were nothing but a bunch of flower decals- something that he thought matches with it's owners personality.

looking at the clock from outside, he noticed that he still had less than fifteen minutes until the woman comes back to pick it up, debating to himself on whether or not he should give this baby a test drive around the block or just wait for her to return.

while he was busy admiring said vehicle, the man failed to notice a set of footsteps approaching him until a shadow casted itself in front of the motorcycle.

his joyous gaze hardened, looking up to see a few thugs that he may or may not have already encountered from before. they all wore the same bland looking biker jackets, bats decorated with nails hung off their shoulders as they each glared at the man before them.

"i'm sorry, but the we're already closed. return tomorrow for an exclusive discount-" shinichiro reminded himself to thank his little brother for always throwing things at him out of the blue, dodging that bat like he would dodge a fork.

at this point, the small group circled around him- menacingly lifting their bats up in unison.

the raven haired man silently cursed to himself when he found no opening for a possible escape, opting to just accept his fate that he would get beaten up here and then just like old times.

a sudden idea sparked in his mind, looking at the lone motorcycle that stood in between him and the guy who dared to hit him with a bat- he was going to ride on it after all.

swiftly clutching his hand on the keys that was coincidentally left behind, he started the engine whilst also blocking the wooden sticks that threatened to hit him- praying that this goddamn thing would start.

he let out a small laugh of victory once he heard the engine roar, immediately mounting it and drove past the group that started to chase after him.

the feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins blocked out his nervousness, cruising through the streets of tokyo to try and outrun his pursuers that we're closing up on him.

it's been years since he involved himself in a chase like this- feeling the bitter taste of danger on the tip of his tongue as he haphazardly turned sharp corners, hearing car horns blast behind him.

dark eyes looked at the rear view mirror, a grin etching itself on his face as he saw a bunch of motorcycles collide with a truck- not feeling an ounce of remorse at the moment due to him feeling the sense of freedom wash over him.

"take that mother fuckers!" shinichiro let out a laugh, turning to look in front of him seeing as it was finally time to return the bike before the owner notices that it was used as a getaway vehicle.

what he failed to notice was that he was heading straight to a wall, the distance between them short to even try and break before it was too late.

on impulse, the male jumped off the bike just in time for him to be spared- letting out a pained groan as the sound of metal hitting bricks echoed through the streets. onlookers had to stop to see what was going on, murmuring to one another at the sight.

"what the-"

the first time that he had felt this way was when his grandfather found out about him sneaking out of the house on a nightly basis, taking his punishment by cleaning the entirety of their house from top to bottom.

all the blood drained itself from his face as he stood up, eyes widened at the sight of the now crushed cb250t that was far from ever being fixed.

"oh fuck."

l/n y/n stood in front of the s.s motor shop with her hands crossed in wonder, seeing neither the owner nor her bike in sight.

was she scammed? did the man know how much her bike costs and went out to sell it in the black market for money?

don't get her wrong- she's more than alright on buying herself a new one, but right now the young woman needed a ride back to her estate and she doesn't want to have to waste her time on walking all her way to the station.

she can wait a little bit more, only having to stand there for the past five minutes or less.

(e/c) eyes turned to the side and saw the owner of the shop, noticing how roughed up the man looked as he dejectedly walked back to the place. his gaze was stuck on the pavement, not noticing her waiting for him at the entrance if it weren't for her speaking up.

"excuse me, but is my bike done?"

shinichiro was snapped out of his trance, eyes meeting hers as his mind tried to rack some of the most believable lies that it can come up with.

"oh uh- it got destroyed." curse him for not being able to lie- especially to women at that!

he froze under her cold gaze, looking at anything but her as the sound of heels sharply clicking on the cement made him even more nervous than he already was.

"what do you mean destroyed? you were only supposed to switch the tires out, right?" the raven haired man prayed to the gods to be spared from her wrath, eyes glaring up to him with the coldest of expressions that he had ever seen- alright maybe his grandpa glared at him once or twice.

"oi, i'm talking to you-" y/n was cut off when he suddenly bowed down at her, knees and palms on the ground as he repeatedly yelled out how sorry he was.

this caused them to garner unwanted attention, people stopping on their tracks to look at what's going on as the man kept apologizing like he doesn't have any ounce of dignity in his system.

she looked down at him with furrowed brows, trying to get him to stop by softly nudging him on the shoulders with her heels- but to no avail, he kept apologizing to her at an embarrassingly loud volume.

this left her no choice, crouching down and gripping on his arm that made him finally shut up. y/n harshly tugged him up and inside of the shop away from prying eyes.

"god would you at least have an ounce on humility in you- and stop apologizing!" shinichiro was about to apologize yet again, but zipped his mouth when the woman turned to give him a stern glare.

"i'll pay you- i promise!" he said, walking up to her with a pleading look as he tried to get on her good side. if a woman like her can afford a bike like the cb250t, then it's out of the question that she can mostly afford a good attorney.

(e/c) eyes studied him from head to toe, slightly making the man shiver as a sigh left her lips.

"no need for that. i'd feel bad on your wallet if you did."

"so... you're not suing me?" this made the woman look at him oddly, tilting her head to the side as she roamed around the dimly lit shop.

dark eyes followed her figure, trying to guess what's on her mind and if he really is safe in this situation. his interest piqued when he noticed a tattoo of a dragon's head peeking out of her dress- wondering just who he's dealing with.

"i'm not. but- you still have to pay me for destroying my beloved bike. don't worry, it's not related to money." now it's his turn to look at her in wonder, racking his brain for any other solutions that wouldn't involve any money.

is she going to hire him as a cleaner? surely a woman like her would own a big house- bigger than what he's used too.

"be my husband."

huh?

"in better wording, be my pretend husband."

"what drugs are you on woman?!"