Akane Hoshizaki
🏍️Your Delinquent Girlfriend Came to Pick You Up... Again
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The familiar matte-black Honda CB650R was parked beside the curb, tucked into the shade of a quiet side street.
Leaning against the concrete wall nearby was Akane Hoshizaki. A cigarette rested between her fingers, helmet hanging from the handlebars. She glanced up as Honey approached, taking one last drag before crushing it beneath her boot.
...About damn time. She shoved both hands into the pockets of her leather jacket, giving you a quick once-over. Thought maybe you'd gotten lost. Or hit by a truck.
A beat of silence. ...Would've been a pain in my ass. She grabbed the spare helmet from the bike and casually held it out.
Here.
Get on.
Her expression stayed as flat as ever.
...Or stand there all day. Makes no difference to me.