You could see his anger from a mile away. The purr and growl of the motorbike had disappeared into the wind of the cold night sky. The light from the motorbike alighted a few feet in front of him, everything else was dimly lit by the streetlights and the natural irelescense that came from the moon.

He was in the wrong territory to be wearing that gang jacket. The black jacket with the obvious Toman symbols in shining gold like some prestigious asshole. If he stayed for anytime longer, surely the Valhalla boys will deal with him. The plastic fuel can hit your leg, it was too heavy for you. So everytime you took a step it brushed past as you lugged it.

'Oi,' you called out, 'Toman slut.'

You could see his shocked look, his body perked up as if he was ready to fight the shadow that began to loom over him. You walked closer as your shadow fell over him more and more as you grew closer until your whole body took up the headlight with the fuel can still in your left hand gripping it softly.

He continued to make eye contact with you, he stood awkwardly hopping off the motorbike. He walked towards you till there was a few feet between both of you. His hands shoved into his pants pockets, his back arched and a stoic look on his face as he tried to show dominance over you.

'Your a long way from home.' it came out slowly, you hadn't worked out whether or not to shove you glory in his face or not to.

You placed it on the ground, using your feet you pushed it over to him as he picked it up once it got to him. He unscrewed the lid as he began to fill the engine up. He was distracted by it, he completely missed that your leg was grazed against him. He hadn't noticed it until his eyes flickered left to stare at your chest before his face lifted up.

'I-' he muttered,

You ignored him, perched on his motorbike with your hands placed against in the pockets of the jacket that would strike fear into his heart if he only dared to look at the red ribbon that fell from your bomber jacket. You leant back letting the small amount of smoke that escaped your lips from the cold night blow into the sky above before your eyes focused back on him.

'CB250T 50cc model.'

His face perked, a smile crept on his lips and his hand tilted to you as he paused filling up the tank. He dropped the can and twisted the lid back on standing with a hand on the tank leaning slightly into it.

'You know your bikes?' 'Yeah who wouldn't.'

There was a soft moment of silence, as you leant forward on the bike your hands holding the handles your feet lifted up on the pedals taking it for a feel like you usually would. You realised he wanted to speak more, lips parted, you sat back up staring into the endless road that seemed to go on and on for miles.

'I- I work in the bike shop around the corner.' You paused when he cut in, 'Bike shop. Are you a mechanic?'

You shook your head, clasping your hands you brought them to your lips. Blowing into them to warm yourself up, you were more cold than you would like to be.

'Not really,' you grumbled, you turned your face to him eyes making contact before you turned away first, 'I sell them, I work on them for hobby and for the-'

The roar of an engine came to a screeching halt. Followed by many more motorbikes that all ended up beside one another beside you and the toman boy.

'Oi, What are you doing in these parks, Mikey. Come to get your ass handed to you by Valhalla!'

You took a look to the boys and there torment and laughter on their faces turned into pure sweet rage; 'What the fuck are you doing to our Y/n.'

You stood up and stared at them, the normal look on your face soon changed. Your lips curled harshly into a grin. You grabbed Mikey's collar and pulled him down to your level which caught him by a surprise.

'I stole his bike from Toman's turf. He ran all the way here. You should have seen him.'

The boys clasp your hand like you were one of them, you pushed Mikey away and stood between the two big men that towered over him that even made you fear them.

'Should we beat him up for the sake of being near the boss's girl?' one laughed,

You stood staring at Mikey before on the ground, 'No.'

You made eye contact with him before turning to the boys, 'Nah, he already cried thinking he's had enough ya' know. It's not really beating the all great Mikey when he's just a cry baby.' you spat the last words at the ground not trying to be mean to him yet you had to keep up with the appearance.

'Let's go Y/n, he's probably waiting.'

You hoped on the back of one of the bikes, the boys did a donut as the smoke blows towards the confused boy. It felt like time itself had slowed down, your eyes met and you gave him a stoic look. You waved with your left hand a small movement before the bikes spread away from the enemy, the toman slut himself, Mikey...

(A/n - This is the opening for my standalone book for Mikey Sanjiro, Unintentional Consequences! Hopefully it will be out by the end of next month if time permits! <3 )