most of people are two-faced and unpolite and everyday i keep getting posts of people thinking they have a phd in geopolitic and will force their unhinged views on people who disagree with them
and also the fact that if you make the smallest mistake possible and proceed to apologise then people will literally gang on you (i mean talking shit behind your back), block you on every social media and forums you're IP address is registered on
if you dislike a person's action then you either have a talk with them and explain why their actions were wrong, then tell them how they can improve and avoid doing the same mistake in the future. or if you want to block someone then just do it quietly instead of telling your friends to block the person you heavily dislike
i though that us humans cannot hold a grudge forever but i was wrong. if you are someone that had issues with me in the past (the discord server: "Initial D Drive-in Theatre", "Mount Myogi" and "NightKids") then I want all of the drama to cease immediately and hold negociations. let's talk instead of arguing and creating unnecessary beef
not everyone is affected by these specimens but you get it... sorry if i am rude but i need to be brutally honest with y'all
i need to find another website, give me suggestions in the comments please
Sorry for posting the rant earlier under the "Initial D tag. That was very impulsive of me. I did not think properly before doing that. I must work on that issue.
I will repost the post but it will only be avaliable under my profile. It must not be under any tags.
Okay, let's get the obvious out of the way.
It says "every" car, but these are in fact just the cars from chapter 1.
There are 7 other chapters so they're missing around 30 other cars.
Then the next most obvious point about this.
None of these cars are actually the cars from the show.
They are just cars that kinda look like the cars from the show.
I mean, it's not hard to get the right car,
when the show literally tells you what car it is,
and yet somehow they managed to get every single one wrong.
So let's start with the FD RX7.
That's not an RX7.
This is kinda hilarious, because they have an FD RX7 later in the vid.
They could have literally just put that here.
Next, the skyline.
Well you did get a Skyline GTR at least.
But the R32 wasn't released until after the show aired,
let alone when it's set.
Good job.
The Honda Civic.
Completely the wrong Honda Civic.
The one in the anime isn't an Si-R2 or an EG6,
but it's funny to me that wanted an EG6
and got an Si-R2 instead.
The S18.
They literally say it's a cut and shut S13.
The clue is in the name guys.
I can't believe they actually try to convince us,
that that's what an S18 is.
Are you high or what?
The S15.
They gave up lying about cut and shuts at this point,
and just literally labelled it as the wrong car.
Why an S14?
It's even the X line.
The X line is only about 2 years old.
You're about 30 years off the car you needed.
The FC RX7.
Here's the FD RX7 I mentioned earlier.
If you'd just swapped the two cars around,
you would have been closer.
The S13.
You actually got an S13.
Good job, that's the first time you've gotten the model correct.
Unfortunately literally everything else is wrong.
The AE86.
The car so named because of the AE86 engine inside.
And the engine isn't an AE86.
You had literally one job.
Still, they did say it was supposed to be the A10B modded Corolla.
But that's not a Corolla for a start, that's a sprinter.
Also that's not even an A-line engine.
That's a range rover engine.
Why on earth did you put that in there?
The suspension is far too low so now it can't "inertia drift".
You know, the whole thing from the meme that's it's famous for.
In fact it literally can't do half of the drifts seen in season one now.
Good job, you got an F4 drift car and made go in a straight line.
Imagine getting the world's slowest lap on the Nürburg ring.
There's no back end weight distribution,
so this thing will roll going downhill at speed.
You ADDED weight instead of reducing it,
so now the damn thing will dovetail on corners.
Those filters in the front will make a mechanic cry.
This thing's gonna break down faster than a rotary.
What on earth did you do to that muffler?
Enjoy having no output due to fuel efficiency issues.
Those aren't alloy wheels.
Those are regular stock steel wheels,
they just painted them black.
And while we're on that,
that's not a carbon fibre hood,
that's a stock they painted black.
You can literally order a carbon fibre hood for less money,
than it actually costs for the black paint.
These are the kind of weebs that keep Robert Opron up at night.
Hello. I want to request a initial d fic where the FD crash on Tsuchisaka touge turned Keisuke into a huge mental mess and the reader have to comfort him. Either a fluff or smut, whatever you like :)
Keisuke Takahashi seeks Girlfriend!Reader for comfort after FD crashes
NSFW
HE'S SO HANDSOME.
cw: cock talk, dirty talk
a/n: made this a fluff that turns into a smut lol. thank you for the request! keep em' coming^^ enjoy!!
Keisuke’s voice had been broken when he called you, something so out of character that your stomach twisted in knots as you sped toward the mountain. His FD had crashed. He didn’t go into detail over the phone, but you knew it was bad by the way he sounded—defeated, angry, heartbroken.
By the time you pulled up to the scene, the remnants of Project D were still there, but Ryosuke’s FC was long gone. Kenta was pacing near Keisuke’s FD, which looked wrecked beyond repair, his front-right axle destroyed from the impact. You barely parked before you spotted Keisuke standing by the guardrail, his head hung low as he clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles were white. His shoulders were tense, his whole body trembling with barely restrained rage.
"Keisuke," you called softly, walking over to him.
He didn’t look up at first, just clenched his jaw tighter. But as soon as you reached him and gently touched his arm, he turned to face you. His eyes were filled with anger and frustration, but most of all, pain. His lips pressed into a thin line, as though he was holding back everything he wanted to say.
Without a word, you reached out and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. He stiffened for a moment before collapsing into your hold, resting his chin on your shoulder as he breathed deeply, as though your presence was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.
"You drove all the way here," he muttered, his voice still tight. "I’m… sorry."
"Don’t be," you whispered, your voice firm but gentle. "You needed me, so I’m here."
After a moment, you pulled back and took his hand, leading him toward your car. "Come on, let’s get out of here. We’ll talk in the car."
Keisuke didn’t argue, his usual fiery defiance nowhere to be seen. He simply followed you, letting you guide him. Once you both were inside, you glanced at him, noticing how he stared out the window, his expression a mix of anger and sadness.
"Keisuke… tell me what happened," you asked softly, starting the engine and driving away from the scene, giving him the space to open up.
He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "It was the Evo bastards. They put oil on the road. I didn’t see it—I thought it was water. My FD hit it, and I crashed. The front axle’s gone."
His voice cracked as he spoke, and you could hear the bitterness in it. "Ryosuke… he was so cold. Told me it was my fault, that if he was driving, it wouldn’t have happened. Like I should’ve just known it was oil."
You glanced over at him, heart breaking at the pain in his eyes. "That’s not fair," you said softly. "No one could’ve seen that coming. Anyone would’ve thought it was water. Even Ryosuke."
Keisuke shook his head, frustration boiling over. "No, he’s right. I should’ve been more careful. I let them bait me into their trap, and now my FD’s wrecked. I thought Ryosuke would at least help me fix it, but he just walked away like it was nothing. Like I wasn’t worth his time."
You could hear the hurt in his voice, the way it cracked on the edges, betraying just how much his brother’s words had cut him. Keisuke had always lived in Ryosuke’s shadow, striving to prove himself worthy, but tonight had clearly shattered that confidence.
You pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned to face him. His face was contorted with frustration and anguish, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. You reached out, gently cupping his cheek, forcing him to meet your gaze.
"Keisuke, stop," you said, your voice firm but soft. "It wasn’t your fault. Ryosuke was wrong to blame you, and you know it. You didn’t see the oil because no one could’ve. And it’s not about being more careful. It’s about racing, taking risks, and sometimes things go wrong. But that doesn’t mean you’re any less of a driver. You’re incredible, and this… this was a setup."
He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch as he let out a shaky breath. "I just thought… I thought Ryosuke would be on my side. But instead, he made me feel like I’m nothing."
"You're not nothing," you whispered fiercely, your voice rising with intensity. "Keisuke, you're everything. You give everything you have in those races. And screw Ryosuke—he’s not the one who gets to decide your worth."
Keisuke’s breath hitched, and he turned to look at you fully, his eyes searching yours. The raw vulnerability in his gaze sent a jolt through you, something electric sparking in the air between you two.
Before you could think, before either of you could second-guess it, Keisuke surged forward, capturing your lips in a heated, desperate kiss. It was intense, filled with the pent-up frustration, anger, and emotion he had been holding back all night. His hands gripped the sides of your face, pulling you closer as if he was afraid of losing you too.
You kissed him back just as fiercely, pouring all your passion and love into that moment, wanting to remind him that he wasn’t alone—that you were there for him, through the good and the bad. Your fingers tangled in his hair as the kiss deepened, both of you losing yourselves in the intensity of the moment.
When you finally pulled back, breathless, Keisuke’s eyes were dark with emotion, his lips swollen from the kiss. "I don’t want to feel like this anymore," he whispered, his voice low and rough. "I just… I need you. You make me feel like I’m not a failure."
"Keisuke," you murmured, leaning your forehead against his, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "You’re not a failure. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and I believe in you. I’ll always believe in you."
His hands slipped down to your waist, pulling you closer as his lips hovered near yours. "I don’t deserve you."
"You deserve more than you think," you whispered before pulling him into another searing kiss.
In that moment, the world outside disappeared. The crash, Ryosuke’s cold words, the Evo drivers—it all faded away, leaving just the two of you in the quiet cocoon of the car. Keisuke’s hands roamed your body, desperate and needy, as if he was trying to anchor himself in you, in your touch.
As the intensity of the kiss grew, so did the heat between you, a whirlwind of passion and emotion that neither of you could control. When you finally pulled away for air, Keisuke rested his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged, his eyes filled with something deeper than just lust—something raw and real.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of the words. "I don’t think I’ve ever needed someone as much as I need you right now."
Your heart swelled at his words, and your fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt, skimming along his abs before reaching up to curl around his neck. "I love you too," you murmured. "I’ve always been here for you, Keisuke. I always will be."
His lips found yours again, deepening the kiss as his hands moved under your shirt, stroking your skin lightly. The touch sent shivers down your spine, and you leaned in closer, giving in to the heat of the moment. You knew that he needed you, that he had let himself open up to you, and there was nothing more beautiful than that vulnerability.
Your hands slipped up his chest, savoring the feel of his muscles under your fingertips. His breath hitched as your fingers brushed his nipples, and his hands slid down your back, pulling you closer. The kiss grew more and more intense, until it was almost painful to pull back for air.
"Touch me," Keisuke murmured against your lips, his voice deep and husky. "I need to feel you. Please."
His hands fumbled with your shirt buttons before you took over, undoing them quickly. His fingers brushed against your skin as he slid the fabric off your shoulders, and then you were both lying down in the cramped space of the back seat, the front seats pushed down so you could stretch out. He hovered over you, his body tense as he kissed your neck, his hands roaming down to your bra.
You bit back a gasp as he undid the clasp, his fingers immediately slipping inside to tease your nipples. His lips followed his hands, kissing a trail down your chest to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue flicking against it lightly.
Your fingers curled in his hair, a soft moan escaping your lips as his mouth moved between your breasts, teasing and sucking on each nipple in turn. It was like you could feel every touch of his lips and tongue through every part of your body.
"More," you gasped, arching against him as he switched to your other breast. "Keisuke—"
He cut you off with a searing kiss, his hips rolling against yours as you wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him closer. His hand slid down your stomach to cup between your legs, and you could feel the heat and wetness there through the thin fabric of your underwear.
He groaned against your mouth, his lips moving to your jaw, his teeth grazing the skin there. "God, you’re so sexy," he murmured, nipping at your skin. "I want you so much."
His fingers slipped under your panties, brushing against your clit, and you moaned against his shoulder, my hips bucking up against him. He gave a low groan as you did so, his mouth finding yours again as his fingers teased you, playing with your clit lightly.
"Please," you gasped against his lips. "I need you—"
He let out a soft chuckle, his lips trailing down to your chest. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice deep as his fingers continued to tease you lightly.
You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs at his touch, and your hips rolled up against his hand, desperate for more. "I want—you to—I want to feel you," you managed to gasp out, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly.
Keisuke let out another soft laugh, but this time it was tinged with heat. He pulled away to look into your eyes, the expression in them almost feral. "And how do you want to feel me?" he murmured, his fingers playing with your clit.
You gave a frustrated whimper, your nails digging into his skin. "Inside me," you gasped out finally.
He gave another low chuckle, his thumb circling your clit as his fingers slipped inside you. "Is that what you need?"
You bit back a moan as his fingers thrust in and out of you, your hips rolling up to meet his touch. His lips captured your nipple again, sucking lightly as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting just the right spot. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your breath hitching as you tried desperately to hold back your climax.
"Keisuke—" you gasped out, arching against him. "I’m going to—"
He gave a low laugh, his lips finding yours again. "Go on," he murmured against your mouth. "I need to see you come apart."
That was all it took for you to reach your peak, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave. Keisuke pulled away as you came, watching you with darkened eyes as you writhed against him, your hips bucking up to ride his fingers.
As soon as you stilled, Keisuke pulled back, his lips tracing over your collarbone as he kissed down your body. "Turn around," he murmured into your ear, his voice low as he helped you roll onto your stomach.
His hands slid down your back to your ass, kneading the flesh lightly. You gave a soft gasp as his teeth bit into the soft skin of your ass cheek, the sensation sending shivers through your body.
Keisuke laughed at your reaction, his hands sliding down to slip under your panties. He slowly pulled them down, and once they were off, his fingers slid back up to tease at your clit lightly. "I want to hear you beg for me," he murmured. "Tell me you want my cock."
His words made a rush of heat flood between your legs. "I—I want your cock," you breathed out, barely able to get the words out.
He let out another low laugh. "I didn’t catch that."
His fingers continued to tease you, sliding lightly through your wetness. "Say it again."
His touch was driving you crazy, your hips bucking back against his hand as you arched up against him. "Please, Keisuke," you gasped. "I need your cock. Please—"
He slid a finger inside you, curling it up to hit the same spot he had before, and you gasped out a moan, your hips rolling back to meet him.
"What do you need my cock to do?" he murmured into your ear.
His fingers were driving you insane, and his words were pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "I need—you inside me," you managed to gasp. "Keisuke—" A gasp cut off your words as his fingers found your clit, his fingers sliding through your wetness to tease it lightly. "Please—"
He groaned against you, his lips kissing your neck. "If you want it that much," he murmured, "I suppose I should give it to you."
You heard the zipper of his pants and felt the cool air of the car brush against your legs as he pulled your ass up into the air. Then, in one smooth thrust, he was inside you, filling you to the brim as he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tight against him as his hips thrust against yours.
"Keisuke—god," you gasped as he rocked back and forth, his cock filling you so completely you could feel it against your walls.
His lips brushed against your ear. "You’re so tight," he murmured. "So hot around my cock." He thrust in again, and you let out another moan, your fingers curling in the seat. "Tell me how good it feels to have my cock inside you."
A moan cut off your words, his thrusts picking up speed. "It feels—so good," you managed to gasp, your head lolling against his shoulder. "You feel amazing."
He let out a low growl, his teeth biting into your skin as his thrusts grew harder and faster. You could feel his fingers dig into your hips as he fucked you, each thrust pushing you closer and closer toward another orgasm.
"I can feel you getting tighter," he groaned against your ear. "You like being filled by me, don’t you? Tell me how much you love my cock."
"Keisuke—I’m—" Another moan cut off your words as he hit the spot inside you that made sparks fly through your body. "Oh god, I—"
Keisuke let out a groan as your walls clamped down around him. "Fuck, you’re close," he growled against your ear. "Come for me, y/n. Come apart on my cock."
He thrust in harder, his hands curling around your hips to pull you back against him. You let out a cry as another orgasm crashed through you, your body shuddering as your pussy clenched down on his cock.
Keisuke gave a deep groan, his arms wrapping around you to pull you tight against him as he thrust one last time, his cock pulsing inside you as he emptied his load.
You moaned as you felt the warmth of his semen fill your insides, the feeling strange but erotic.
"Oh god, that was amazing," he murmured, pressing kisses against your neck as you both came down from your highs.
You turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. He let out a contented sigh as you pulled back, smiling softly at him.
"I’m glad I could help you feel better," you murmured against his lips, your fingers playing with his hair lightly.
Keisuke nuzzled against you. "You always know how to make me feel better," he said softly. "I love you, you know that, right?"
You smiled, leaning back to look into his eyes. They were soft now, the earlier heat replaced by something deeper. "Of course I do, Keisuke," you said. "I love you just as much."
He pulled you close again, resting his forehead against yours. "Good," he murmured softly. "Now let’s drive somewhere."
You gave a laugh as he shifted back, carefully helping you clean up so his spend doesn't end up on your seats. Once you were both dressed again, he opened the door and climbed out, giving you his hand to help you out. You both got back in the front seats, and he reached over to take your hand as he started the car.
"And who said you get to drive?" You teased, settling into the passenger seat anyways.
He smirked at you and grabbed your thigh, squeezing lightly. "The little guy in your womb."
You gasped and playfully smacked his shoulder. "No it's not! Besides, I'm on the pill, so there's no little anything, period!"
"There's always that faulty percentage," he shrugged, chuckling at the look on your face.
"Don't flippin' jinx it, I'm not trying to raise a kid while you're off on the mountain pass every night." You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and looking out the window.
"I would not leave you to raise our kid by yourself." Keisuke exclaimed, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. "I'd take our kid on the pass with me."
"Hell no!"
As he sped off into the night, you leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek, your heart filled with love and affection for this crazy, sexy, infuriating man. You knew just how to handle his mood swings, and he knew how to make you feel loved, needed, and cherished.
i love how there's a eurobeat cover album where it's basically "we got Keisuke and Ryousuke's voice actors drunk and gave them a karaoke machine" and it goes hard, ngl
A request for initial d Keisuke where reader has a crush on him but hasn’t confessed and is jealous of kiyoko. The reason behind reader’s jealousy can be anything like not being a racer—up to you. Keep up the good work :)
Keisuke Takahashi with Reader who's Jealous of Kyoko
a/n: Side note, I actually love Kyoko so bad!! But I also adore these jealousy and bitter reader type stories bcuz I knowww if I was into initial d when I was in middle school, I'd totally hate Kyoko for being so into Keisuke 😭 Anyways, enjoy! Feel free to send in more requests, everyone :33
You’d always admired Keisuke Takahashi. His determination, his skill on the touge, and that fiery passion he brought to every race—there was something undeniably captivating about him. But what started as simple admiration had grown into a crush, one that left you flustered and tongue-tied whenever you were around him. It would have been easier to confess, to get those feelings off your chest, if not for one person: Kyoko Iwase.
Kyoko was everything you weren’t. She was confident, skilled, and shared the same intense love for racing that Keisuke did. You’d seen the way she looked at him, the way her eyes lit up whenever she talked about him. It was clear that Kyoko adored him, and the worst part was that she was talented enough to be his equal. She was a formidable driver, and that made your insecurities flare up.
How could you, someone who was just starting to get a handle on the racing world, ever compare to someone like Kyoko? She had lent her car to Keisuke during a critical race, and in return, he’d taken her out on a date. That knowledge gnawed at you, making it hard to believe you had any chance at all.
You found yourself at one of Project D’s practice sessions, standing on the sidelines as you watched Keisuke fine-tune his FD. He was focused, as always, but you couldn’t help but notice the faint smile tugging at his lips when he finished adjusting something under the hood. You bit your lip, feeling that familiar pang of jealousy. What was he thinking about? Was it Kyoko?
“Hey, you alright?”
You snapped out of your thoughts, looking up to see Keisuke standing in front of you, wiping his hands on a rag. His intense green eyes were studying you with a mix of curiosity and concern.
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” you stammered, trying to muster a smile.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “You sure? You’ve been quiet today.”
“I’m always quiet,” you tried to joke, but it fell flat, your nerves getting the better of you.
Keisuke didn’t laugh, but he did take a step closer, his expression softening. “You’re more quiet than usual. What’s on your mind?”
You wanted to say it, to tell him everything, but the words wouldn’t come out. Instead, you just shook your head, staring at the ground. “Nothing. I’m just… thinking.”
“About what?”
You sighed, feeling the weight of your feelings pressing down on you. “About how you’ve been doing lately… with Project D and all. It must be stressful.”
He looked at you for a long moment, as if trying to read between the lines of what you were saying. Finally, he gave a small nod. “It is, but I can handle it. I’ve got a good team.”
“Yeah, you do,” you agreed, forcing another smile. “Kyoko’s pretty amazing, huh? Lending you her car like that… not everyone would do that.”
Keisuke’s expression shifted, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. “She’s… dedicated, that’s for sure.”
You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You must think pretty highly of her.”
He didn’t respond right away, and for a moment, you thought maybe you’d overstepped. But then he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Kyoko’s a good person, and a great driver. But that’s all there is to it.”
You blinked, surprised by his bluntness. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I respect her for what she’s done for me and the team, but that’s where it ends. I’ve got my priorities, and she understands that. There’s nothing more between us.”
His words were straightforward, and while they should have reassured you, they left you feeling conflicted. If he wasn’t interested in Kyoko, then why did you still feel like you were competing against her? Why couldn’t you just tell him how you felt?
Keisuke must have noticed your inner turmoil because he suddenly stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a softer tone. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but if there’s something you need to say, just say it. I’m not a mind reader, you know.”
You bit your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. This was your chance, the perfect opening to finally confess, but the fear of rejection, of not being good enough, held you back.
“I… I just wanted to say that you’re doing great,” you finally managed, hating how weak your voice sounded. “You’ve improved so much since Project D started. I’m proud of you.”
Keisuke blinked, clearly taken aback by your words. For a moment, he just stared at you, and you wondered if you’d said something wrong. But then, a small, genuine smile spread across his lips, one that made your heart skip a beat.
“Thanks. That… means a lot,” he said, his voice sincere.
You nodded, trying to keep your emotions in check. “Just… keep doing your best, okay?”
“I will,” he promised, his smile lingering as he looked at you. “And you do the same.”
As he turned to walk back to his FD, you watched him go, a mixture of relief and frustration swirling inside you.
After Keisuke walked away, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. You had managed to talk to him without completely falling apart, but you still couldn’t shake the feeling of inadequacy. Kyoko was still in the back of your mind, even though Keisuke had assured you there was nothing more between them.
For the rest of the practice session, you tried to focus on the task at hand, helping out where you could and cheering on the team. But your thoughts kept drifting back to Keisuke, and the way he’d looked at you when you’d told him you were proud of him.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the mountains, the team started wrapping up for the day. You were packing up some equipment when you felt a presence behind you. You turned around to see Keisuke, his hands shoved in his pockets as he looked at you with an unreadable expression.
“Hey, you heading out soon?” he asked, his tone casual.
“Yeah, just finishing up here,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “What about you?”
He shrugged, glancing off toward the horizon. “I was thinking about taking a drive. Clear my head, you know?”
You nodded, understanding. Keisuke often did that after a long day, using the winding roads to unwind. “Sounds like a good idea.”
“Come with me,” he said suddenly, his gaze locking onto yours.
You blinked, surprised by the invitation. “What?”
“Come with me,” he repeated, more firmly this time. “I want to talk to you about something.”
Your heart started racing again, but this time for a different reason. The way he was looking at you, with that intense, focused expression—it felt like he had something important to say. Unable to find the words to respond, you just nodded.
Without another word, Keisuke led you to his FD. You climbed into the passenger seat, feeling the familiar hum of the engine beneath you as he started the car. The drive was quiet at first, the two of you surrounded by the soft sounds of the engine and the wind rushing past. Keisuke was focused on the road, but you could tell he was thinking hard about something.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled off to a secluded spot overlooking the mountains. The view was breathtaking, with the last light of the day casting a warm glow over the landscape. But you could hardly focus on the scenery, not with Keisuke sitting beside you, his presence filling the car with a tension you couldn’t quite place.
He cut the engine, and for a few moments, neither of you said anything. The silence was almost deafening, and you could feel your nerves building with each passing second. Finally, Keisuke turned to face you, his green eyes serious.
“You’ve been acting strange lately,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “And I’ve been trying to figure out why.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but he held up a hand, stopping you.
“Let me finish,” he said, his tone gentle but firm. “I know something’s been bothering you, and I think I know what it is.”
Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for him to continue, the weight of the moment pressing down on you.
“You’ve been worried about Kyoko, haven’t you?” he asked, his gaze piercing through you. “You think I’m still interested in her, don’t you?”
Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the words to respond. How had he seen through you so easily? You looked away, ashamed of your jealousy, but Keisuke reached out, gently turning your face back to him.
“Look, Kyoko’s a great driver and a good person, but I made it clear to her a long time ago that I’m not interested in anything more than friendship,” he said, his voice earnest. “And I’m not. She’s in the past.”
You swallowed hard, your emotions swirling inside you. “But… she’s so much more talented than I am. I can’t help but feel like I don’t measure up.”
Keisuke frowned, his expression softening as he shook his head. “That’s where you’re wrong. You’re not Kyoko, and that’s exactly why you stand out to me. You’re you, and that’s enough.”
Your eyes widened, and you felt a warmth spreading through your chest at his words. “Keisuke…”
He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for something. “The truth is, I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want to distract myself or you from what we’re doing with Project D. But seeing you so down, thinking you’re not enough… I can’t keep quiet anymore.”
Your heart skipped a beat as his gaze intensified, and you felt the air in the car shift, the tension turning into something else—something deeper.
“I like you,” he confessed, his voice firm and steady. “And I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us. I’ve liked you for a while now, and I don’t care how good of a driver Kyoko is. She’s not the one I want. You are.”
You stared at him, your mind reeling with his words. The confession you’d been so afraid to make had just come from him instead, and it felt almost surreal.
“I… I don’t know what to say,” you finally whispered, your voice shaky.
“Then don’t say anything,” Keisuke said, a small, nervous smile tugging at his lips. “Just tell me if you feel the same.”
For a moment, you couldn’t believe this was happening. All the doubts, the jealousy, the fear—it all seemed to fade away as you looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity and hope.
“I do,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve liked you for a long time too, but I was scared…”
“Scared of what?” he asked gently.
“Of not being good enough. Of losing to someone like Kyoko.”
Keisuke shook his head, reaching out to take your hand in his. “You’re more than good enough. And I’m glad you told me how you feel because now there’s nothing stopping us from figuring this out together.”
The warmth of his hand in yours, the way he looked at you—it was enough to make your heart swell with happiness. You nodded, finally letting yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, this could work.
Keisuke squeezed your hand gently, a smile spreading across his face. “So… what do you say we give this a shot?”
You smiled back, feeling the weight of your insecurities lift off your shoulders.
