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絵まとめ
Im so excited to see some more content for my fav series💗 the guys react to their girlfriend being a well received lingerie model? Who would be more okay with it?!
All Initial D Characters React To Their Girlfriend being a Lingerie Model
Synopsis; how they'd react to dating a lingerie model
Notes; formatted it a litttttle dif this time to reduce me saying the same thing over and oveerrr
Warnings; None lol
Doesn't outwardly ask you to stop modelling but might be a bit more on the pessimistic side of things. A lot of huffing, brooding and passive aggressiveness about the topic, but at the end of the day care more about your safety than their own embarrassment. Most could be easily convinced to change their mind but will probably continue to have a protective streak, don't expect them to talk about it much
Keisuke, WATARU, Tomoyuki, Nakazato
Perfect in-between. Supports your lifestyle and will be there for you, but ultimately to them it's your own choice that they don't govern, both supportive but also a bit of a realist with it, will make you aware of the downsides as well. Will be an ear to talk to on hard days when photoshoots go wrong or celebrate with you when you reach a new milestone. Some might even boast about you to friends
Takumi, kenta, Itsuki, Kenji, kyoichi, Seiji, Daiki, Kai, Mako
The perfect partners, will support you day one and will try to be as involved as possible to help with your success. Your no1 fan and the type to keep a little photo of you in either or both their wallet and the sun visor of their car. Want to see you happy and achieve what you want overall, but won't mind a few special pictures just for themselves as well
RYOSUKE, Shingo, Iketani, NOBUHIKO, Smiley Sakai, SAYUKI
Can you please do first kiss hcs? 🙏
Like at what point in the relationship, who initiates, is it pre planned, whose very first kiss is it?
• All Initial D Characters x Reader • Word Count: 3,435. • Synopsis: Where, when, and how you have your first kiss with the boys.
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Keisuke: I envision this happening in two ways. Seeing as it's canon that Keisuke had a gf before this most likely isn't his first kiss, but this is his first one with you.
Seeing as Keisuke sometimes lets his emotions and impulses control him, he might instinctively kiss you at the most random time. It could be a couple weeks, or a month or two into you guys freshly dating and something somewhere gets his emotions acting up. Most likely a race he was in got him all riled up and if he won he'd pull you to him, arm around your middle, other hand holding the back of your neck before laying claim to your lips in a victory kiss.
If you start dating a bit before Project D starts and into when it begins, he'll be more focused on that, and around that time he's also learned how to handle his emotions better, especially during races. Less impulsive and emotional drive. I see this as more of pre-planned kiss. Once they all get a break for a weekend between all the races, he'll plan out a date with you. Both to get away from the recent stresses of racing, and also dedicate some time to you. By the end of the date he'd drive you both to somewhere secluded to just relax and be away from the world for a bit. Both sitting on the hood of his FD overlooking the city below on the highest peak of Akagi, the city lights below with the night sky above he'll take several glances at you as subtly as possible, his mind racing with how he's gonna get your attention or if he should just do it. As much as he planned, this is where he blanks out and lets his instincts do it for him. Leaning on one hand thats splayed on the FD's hood, his other gently taking hold of your jaw, and turning you to him before he leans in, lips meeting yours softly yet passionately.
Ryosuke: Definitely plans this out. Not his first kiss either since he was with Kaori, but definitely makes your very first kiss with him (and in general) special. The man simply cannot function if he does not plan anything. Will have your favourite flowers delivered to your house with a note telling you the time he'll be picking you up at for a date. This is a complete surprise to you as he made no mention of any kind of date the last time you were with him or talked on the phone. Just as you start rummaging through your dresser and closet for a proper outfit, knowing he'll probably be taking you out somewhere fancy, the doorbell rings. You get a nice looking package that you didn't order, the delivery guy saying it was addressed to you before leaving. Opening the box was a deep blue dress with a few white and diamond coloured accents. Knowing now what he was doing, you rolled your eyes lightly with a smile before taking the dress and changing into it, fixing up your hair and doing any make-up that compliments the dress and your skin tone. When the time rolls around that was printed on the note, the distinct sound of Ryosuke's FC is heard coming down the street before rolling into neutral and idling. You open your door just as he's about to knock, seeing him dressed in the same colours as you. Deep blue shirt, with white pants and shoes. The way he'd compliment your colour choice and sense of style with his deep voice and soft smirk makes your knees wanna turn into Jello. Once he's helped you into his FC as well as helping you out once you arrive at a beachside restaurant, he'll wrap his black suit jacket over your shoulders as you both go to check in for the reservation. He's got you in a corner table indoors where it's warmer but with large windows to enjoy the sunset beach view in its entirety. By the time dinner's done, he'll take you for a short walk down the nearby pier, arm wrapped around your waist before he gently pulls you to him, tucking a few strands of hair behind you ear and hooking his finger under your jaw, having you look up at him just a bit more before pressing his surprisingly soft lips to yours in slow, gentle movements.
Takumi: Not planned at all and it's both of your first kisses together and in general. Tofu boy doesn't even plan his races, so he definitely wasn't planning on any kisses. He pretty much runs on pure instinct and adrenaline. The first kiss probably took place after a tough race of his, maybe the gumtape deathmatch, since he was so pissed off and that adrenaline was high. As soon as he passes the finish line on Akina, he doesn't go home, he actually drives straight to your house, mentally praying you're still awake at this hour. Having been on a few rides with him in the 8-6 you recognized the sound of the engine revving into your neighbourhood a mile away. Getting curious and wondering if something happened to him, you quietly head downstairs to not wake your parents and step outside in the tiny driveway. Not even a moment later Takumi pulls onto the shoulder in front the driveway, the handbrake sounding and him getting out of the car, not evening bothering to shut it off, the headlights still flipped up and alert like eyes. The headlights illuminate him for only a moment as he speedwalks past the car and up to you. Before you can even ask what he's doing here or what was going on, he takes hold of both your cheeks pulling you in for a deep, emotional kiss. It only gets deeper each time he tilts his head the other way, parting away to get in a quick deep breath before meeting your lips again. You can tell he's trying to take out all his emotions and frustrations with the kisses, and the more you return them with just as much fervor as him, his body starts relaxing more he lets out frequent sighs that are borderline small moans due to your lips being attached like glue. By the time he fully pulls away, eyes half-lidded, his soft lips as red as his cheeks and ears he tries to stutter out an apology for getting so ahead of himself, but your only response is a giggle before giving him a soft peck, silently telling him its okay.
Takeshi: You somewhat plan it. Not your first kiss, but it is for him. Despite having kissed someone before, your nerves are still on fire and your wondering how you're gonna pop the question or if you just do it. You tagged along with him to his race against Keisuke that he ended up losing. By the time people started leaving, you both do as well. As he drives down Myogi Pass, following the speed limit after a rough night and with how much it was pouring rain. About halfway down the pass you told him to pull over for a minute, leaving him to react with a soft 'huh' and a raised pointed eyebrow as he glanced at you. Listening nonetheless, he put the hazards on and pulled onto the shoulder of a corner so he wasn't blocking the lanes. Before he could ask what the matter was you unbuckled yourself quickly before grabbing his jaw, turning him to face you as you slammed your lips onto his. His eyes widened in surprise for a moment before processing what was happening and giving in easily. As soon as he reciprocated you released his jaw, tangling your hand through his damp hair before settling to hold the back of his head. He did the same but with a little more difficulty due to him still being strapped in with his harnesses. You chuckled lightly at his frustrated sigh, giving a quick "Don't worry about it Tak, besides I like when you're restrained a bit" before kissing him again. You could practically feel the heat coming off of his cheeks from your words but also how he intensified his kisses like a challenge. The background noise of the rain pattering on the R32, the occasional swipe of the windshield wipers, and the rythmic sound of the hazard lights clicking all melded together as you both got lost in your own little world. His cute little sounds of sighs, grunts and light moans kept an ever present smirk on your face that he was determined to wipe off.
Shingo: His first kiss since you're the first one he's dated. It'd happen after a few weeks of being together, or roughly a month. You made a half-joking bet that if he won his next race you'd let him kiss you however he wanted. However, he took his bet V E R Y seriously. Bro is now determined to win at any cost. And of course, he's using his beloved gumptape to achieve this victory. Least to say he won, whether it was a dirty win or not, but he reminded you smugly you didn't specify HOW he needed to win, just that he had to. Now here you were, having been driven to a secluded part of the pass in the opposite direction away from everyone, the gumtape he had taped around his hand and wrist for the race was still attached to him, but the extra bits of it that was to go around his wheel is now wrapped around your wrist and hand, intertwining your and his hand together. That ever present smirk on his face only widened when he had you layed back on the hood of his EG, your and his bound hand settled above your head as he stood between your legs, leaning down over you leaving a trail of teasing neck kisses and a nip at your ear before he finally planted his lips on yours. He was practically indecisive about how he kissed you, switching between slow and passionate, to fast and rough, to french kisses, and switching again.
Itsuki: Definitely his first kiss. He probably tried to plan it with that dating book he read when he planned dates with Saori, except he's hopefully learned his lesson after that to wait a bit, making sure you're more comfortable first and ask first unless you end up initiating it. I imagine this as more of giving him a light peck or a little longer of a kiss after a date or when he drops you off at home. Bro's nose bleeding and bragging to the Akina gang about it for w e e k s.
Iketani: Better than Itsuki, also his first kiss. He takes you around and several dates first, and even waits until you're both officially dating to kiss you. He knows by then that you're comfortable with him so he'd end up planning the kiss to be after a romantic date somewhere. Most likely a beach and you two stay until sunset. He walks with you back to his S13, packing everything away for you as you stand in front of the hood of his car watching the sunset. He comes back around and sits on his hood, patting the spot next to him to let you know you can do the same. As you both enjoy the view together in the vast parking lot, his car parked near a railing giving you both a front seat view of the ocean and sky. He'll lightly call your name after a few minutes, waiting until you turn to look at him before he leans in, gently planting a kiss on your lips, both being warmly illuminated by the red sky.
Kenji: Not his first kiss in general, but his first with you. He doesn't plan it, instead going off instinct. He gives off chill vibes, like someone who people just feel totally relaxed and comfortable around without even knowing him. Thus it's not really surprising when you fall for him let alone being the one to initiate the kiss. You give him a peck on the cheek as a thank you for bringing you along to a race to watch. He wouldn't let you pay for the gas he used to get you, so you had to make up somehow. He nearly slammed the brakes of his 180 on the way to the top of Akina when you kissed his cheek. He ended up speeding up a bit to get to the top faster and as soon as he pulled into an empty space to park, he leaned over the center console to plant a long kiss on your lips before pulling away with a cheesy grin. Though it quickly turned to a smirk when he realised Iketani and Itsuki saw and were fuming.
Kenta: You both started dating shortly before he joined the Project D team. It's neither of your first kisses in general, but your first with each other. He was telling you about the next expedition he was going to with the team and it was going to be a pretty late night. You didn't mind, seeing as he spoke so passionately about this stuff, you even made him a mini buffet of food to take with him but he's easily distracted and forgot to take it. You noticed it sitting in the fridge the next day and his team was already on the move to the next region so you took matters into your own hands and drove over to the pass they'd be at. It was dark by the time you got there and saw the three vans sitting at the base of the pass. Kenta's attention was drawn to the car pulling up and was shocked to see you. After telling him he forgot all the food and you decided to not only deliver but visit and see what the team was like and what he did for it, he couldn't help but pull you into a hug and plant a loving kiss on your lips for your dedication.
Kyoichi: Your first kiss, not his. It was purely instinctual and even emotion driven. You'd been dating for almost a month and a half, Kyoichi having been the one to ask you out after he saw you one day staring at his Evo with such interest. You'd think a cold, and supposedly emotionless man like Kyoichi wouldn't have been affected by petty jealousy, but what's an Emperor to do when his woman is getting flirted on by some rando at the bar? Deciding to take matters into his own hands seeing as you were too sweet for your own good to outwardly be rude to the guy and leave, Kyoichi came up behind you, putting a hand at the back of your neck, drawing your attention to him. "Get your drink?" he asked passively, and you nodded, holding up your glass to show him before he gave a short and deep, "Good" before pulling you gently against him and walking a few steps away from the guy that was chatting you up. Kyoichi moved his hand from your neck to the side of your jaw tilting it to make you look up at him before he leant down to plant a possessive kiss to your lips before pulling away to continue walking you back your shared spot.
Rin: Neither of your firsts in general (assuming he's kissed Kaori before and Ryosuke didn't fully cuck him on that too lmao.) You both started seeing each other long after Kaori, so he's learned his lesson about being mean and manipulative with women he wants. He lets you take the big steps at your comfort levels. Waits for you to come to him, so he can be sure you're comfortable with it and he's not pressing you into something too quickly. However, he did plan an extravagent date with the hopes it would lead you into wanting something more with him. Least to say, it worked. Similarly to Ryosuke's HC, Rin took you to a nice restaurant, nice drinks and view of the city below. Your outfits matched but you had little purple accents and he had his small skull belt chain. When you both finished and walked back to the R32, him getting the door for you and making sure you were settled before going to his side. When you asked if he wanted to try something different on the drive home he agreed, thinking you wanted him to take a different route, yet was pleasently surprised when you lifted yourself off your seat and settled yourself sideways on his lap, legs hung over the center console, heels resting on the passenger seat and your arm hooked around his neck for support, fingers playing gently with his long hair. Rin had a small smirk on his lips as he adjusted the seat a bit to go further back yet not hinder his need to push the clutch all the way in. His left arm rested over your legs so he could shift smoothly through gears, his right hand on the wheel and your back leaning against it a bit. When he pulled onto the empty highway, headlights illuminating the dark road, he took his shifting hand to your chin, turning you to him and tilting his head to get a better angle at both kissing you and watching the road. He hummed lowly when he felt your arm hug the back of his neck a little tighter and your lips move in sync with his.
Gou: Not his first kiss, but yours. Not planned with him either he just goes full send. Of course he waits till you're comfortable with him, but the night he takes you to his home course to just escape from the world for a bit, both of you sitting on the hood of his NSX watching the stars and lights of the city below, he jumps at the opportunity. He leans to the side a bit, placing a soft kiss on the shell of your ear, before using your sudden attention to him capture your lips softly. He runs a hand through your soft hair as you lean into him, a smile appearing on your face as he hums happily, your smaller fingers intertwining with his on the hood of the car.
Wataru: Definitely not his first kiss, this guy screams experience, hehe. He also screams possesiveness. Another jealous guy like Kyoichi, someone spectating a race at Taru's homecourse decided to flirt with what was his. He noticed pretty quickly, seeing you awkwardly sitting on the hood of his Levin as a guy continued complimenting you on your ride. As Wataru approached he could hear you trying to explain it was your boyfriend's car but telling the guy was like talking to a brickwall. When you noticed him stand next to you, he was focused on the guy bothering you, giving him an annoyed, "If you're done hitting up my girl, feel free to leave. Now, preferrably." Not bothering to give him anymore attention, Taru turns to you, lifting you off the hood, pressing a firm kiss to your lips and pulling away to wrap an arm around your waist as he walks you both away to the other side of the lot.
Nobuhiko: Definitely planned, it's in his nature. Most likely both of your first kisses. He sets up the whole day as a date, taking you to several places, some of which are new to you both, some are familiar, and by the end of the day he takes you to a local festival that takes place at evening and night time. Through the crowd of people you both find a quieter spot in the park, the fancy lights of the decorations and the whole set up has a calming, romantic air about it. You both sit under a big tree, unwinding from traversing through the crowd for a few minutes before you both meet each other's gaze. Time seems to slow down and you're both flicking your eyes between each other's lips and eyes before you're the first to lean in and he follows. The kiss is soft and loving, lasting for a few seconds but feels like minutes. You both pull away for some air and Nobu takes his glasses off before gently cupping your cheek and pulling you in for another kiss.
Initial d lore or something
just Kyoichi with the penguin from the russian children's cartoon
*furries ur emperor members*
Low
A while ago I mentioned wanting to write something with diabetic Kai, and this is that result. It's by no means finished but I like it well enough. I've been trying to get better at keeping my writing short so it doesn't end up being a massive project I may never finish. This is one part a fun little side project and like four parts a vent fic where I throw my own struggles at another character for some catharsis. Please ignore any inconsistencies with the location, I'm operating on memory alone here.
It was always when he least expected it. Didn't matter how well he planned ahead or what he was doing, the lows always came abruptly and with enough force to throw him off balance until he was a staggering mess of a zombie who hungered for raw sugar instead of flesh. If he was lucky—and that was already a rare occurrence—he'd be in a position to drop everything and eat so he wouldn't pass out.
Kai wasn't friends with Lady Luck the way Fujiwara was, or most other people for that matter. Half the time his sugar plummeted he was in the middle of something important. A conversation, a chore, a hobby, sleeping. The other times it occurred was when he was behind the wheel. Trying to improve your lap time, maintaining control of a car traveling 150km/h was not when you wanted to reach into the glove box for the fruit snacks.
Fortunately, Kai wasn't anywhere near a track or main road where pulling over was a hazard. He'd taken the MR2 for a run on the slopes, wanting to blow off some steam from a frustrating week. So when the familiar sensation of hypoglycemia broke his concentration he eased to a stop just before the first bridge, hitting the hazards and pulling the handbrake. This was his third run down, he supposed it would've happened sooner rather than later.
With an annoyed sigh, Kai reached over to the glove box to retrieve one of the packs of gummy bears he kept in it. There was a chance they may have been in there too long and melted together into a giant blob of artificial color and sugar, but the effect would be the same. He frowned when his fingers brushed everything but the familiar plastic package.
Now that the rush of adrenaline was fading, he was starting to feel just how low he may have gone. His fingertips felt cold and small tremors made his outstretched arm unsteady. Cursing, Kai clicked on the overhead light and triple checked the glove box for any sort of sweets he would've stored in there.
Shit. He must've forgotten to replenish them the last time he went low while driving. Or maybe his dad saw them and threw them away because he hated food in the car. No, that couldn't have been right. His old man knew why he kept snacks and-
Kai snapped himself out of his confusion and shut the glove box. None of this mattered anyway, he needed sugar now. The shakiness was spreading and his breathing became panicked as he rummaged through the interior of the car for anything that could help. Even if it was a dirty sucker stuck to the floorboards he would've taken it.
Kai muttered curses when everywhere turned up empty. He blinked hard a few times in the hopes it would focus his vision and peered out of the windshield. Gripping the wheel as tight as he could, he realized there was no way he could reach the summit without crashing. It would take too long, and he couldn't risk driving fast like this. Were there any vending machines nearby? Maybe he could reach a gas station and stumble his way in to buy some juice or something.
Kai wheezed out a frightened whine at thought of passing out behind the wheel on the way. But he couldn't just sit there! He really needed to get his old man to buy him a phone, or save up for one himself. At least then he could call someone. Even if most of his contacts weren't likely to be near enough to help…
Loud bangs echoed through the night, startling Kai from his disoriented panic. There was only one car that would announce its presence so boldly, and Kai's lips pulled into a grateful smile despite their uncontrollable twitching. Salvation had arrived. Or would, eventually. The backfire was still distant but it wouldn't be long before it reached him. He hoped he wouldn't pass out before Kyoichi got there. He'd never actually fainted from hypoglycemia but it sounded awful. The numbness in face definitely felt awful.
Kai breathed in deep, held it, and let it out. He continued to do that while he waited, hoping to hold back the fear and stress until Kyoichi got there.
The Evo III shot around the final corner and would've launched across the first bridge if not for the shock of blue before it. Kyoichi hummed in confusion and slammed the brakes, pulling behind the MR2 and hitting his hazards as well. Unease crept up as he freed himself from the harness and stepped out.
"Kai?" Kyoichi jogged over to the driver door and pulled. Locked. He frowned and knocked on the window, the only response being the soft ker-chunk of the locks releasing. He swung the door open and choked on a curse.
Kai was shaking and barely coherent, eyes unfocused as he tried to speak.
"Shit! What the hell happened?" He knelt down and gave him a gentle shake.
"You have any… juice or something?" Kai mumbled.
"Your sugar?" Didn't the kid keep snacks handy for times like these? He leaned into the cabin and reached for the glove box, but Kai lamely grabbed his wrist to stop him.
"Empty…"
"You've gotta be kidding me," Kyoichi huffed, backing out of the small car. "Wait here, I've got something that might help." He swiftly returned to the Evo and made a mental note to chew Kai out later for being such an unprepared idiot. The kid was damn lucky he decided to hit the pass tonight and that he'd recently stopped by his grandmother's.
Kyoichi returned with a ziploc bag of chocolate chip cookies. "Here, can you eat this?"
Kai grunted at the homemade morsel shoved into his lips and managed to take it. Logic overtaken by the need to get sugar into his system yesterday, he jammed the entire cookie into his mouth.
"Don't choke on it, dumbass," Kyoichi snapped when Kai coughed around the blockage. He sighed in mild disappointment as the kid gradually chewed it into something he could swallow. He handed him one more and sealed the bag. Hopefully two wasn't overkill. The last thing he wanted was to cause Kai's sugar to skyrocket. "Better?" he asked when the second treat was finished.
Kai nodded weakly, heaving out a relieved sigh and waiting for his sugar to creep back up. Hopefully it wouldn't take long. His hands were so shaky and it was super annoying. At least he was feeling less freaked out. Kyoichi's presence put him at ease and perhaps his sugar wasn't as low as he thought given how much better he was feeling already.
Kyoichi observed the shivering Kai with a frown. Was it normal for him to be like this when his sugar was low? Speaking of blood sugar… "Hey, Kai?"
Kai hummed and turned to look at Kyoichi, still a bit too numb to want to speak.
"Where's your meter?" He tried not to scowl when Kai shook his head. "That's not an answer."
"…At home."
Fucking hell… "Did you check it before coming out here?"
"Yeah. It was… fine."
Even at his worst the kid was just as stubborn as ever. Kyoichi crossed his arms and gave him a disapproving look. "And what exactly is fine?"
Life was slowly spreading through Kai's veins again and he found the strength the groan at Kyoichi's pressing. "One hundred," he said to the tense silence.
That was certainly fine, he supposed. And yet… "And, uh, when was the last time you ate something?" Kai looked sheepish and Kyoichi had his answer. Sighing, he turned to lean against the side of the car. "I don't know how your old man puts up with you." Ken Kogashiwa must've held some secret to immortality, because Kyoichi swore he felt a few years leave his lifespan from the scare. One would think putting up with this sort of thing on a regular basis would've made Ken's hair whiter than snow by now.
Kai was feeling better by the minute as the sweet treats gradually broke down in his system. He ran his tongue over lingering chocolate on his teeth before managing to poke his head out the car to shoot Kyoichi a small grin. "Thanks."
"Sure." Relief flooded his system as Kai returned to normal, but he kept his expression a touch shy of annoyed. "What the hell were you thinking, Kai? Aren't you supposed to keep stuff around for if your sugar goes low?"
"I usually do but I guess I forgot to replace the snacks after the last time."
Kyoichi's brow furrowed and he turned to face the teen still strapped into the car, draping an arm over the door. "How often does this happen?"
Oh, he knew that tone. His dad gave him that same tone whenever he was about to grill him on something. Kyoichi was hovering over him, an arm resting on the door and looking ready to argue. Feigning innocence, Kai said, "Not often. Sometimes the stuff just goes bad, y'know? I usually keep gummy bears but they end up melted together in the summer. Chocolate's obviously a no-go for the same reason and Dad would kill me if I got chocolate smears on the interior. It's not like I can keep pop or juice handy and stuff like chips isn't really gonna help in this situation-"
Kyoichi let Kai ramble on about his preferred emergency snacks, nodding along and humming whenever he paused to take a breath. Which wasn't often. He remembered the bag of cookies in his hands and pulled it open to grab one.
Kai stopped yapping in an instant and perked up like a cat hearing a can of tuna crack open. "Hey, where'd you get those anyway?"
Kyoichi froze mid-bite and shot a pointed look at Kai. "You're not getting any more, if that's what you're asking. The last thing you need is to end up in the opposite situation." He punctuated his words with a sharp munch.
Kai pouted, his face finally responsive. "Awww, come on! They're really good. Did you make them?"
"Hell no." He whisked the bag out of Kai's reach when the teen tried to snatch it.
"Did your grandma make them then? That's so sweet. She's a really good baker. You should ask her to make me some-Ow!"
Kyoichi flicked him on the forehead and strode back to the Evo III, immensely relieved the kid was alright. "Go home, Kai. And remember to keep your meter and some snacks with you so you don't almost die on the side of the road again."
Kai rubbed his forehead and glowered at Kyoichi as he ducked into his car. He leaned back into the seat and grumbled before pulling the door shut.
The Evo III launched past and across the bridge, shattering the peace with its backfire.
"Stupid farting road hog," Kai muttered without any animosity. He spent a few more minutes recovering, only shifting into gear when his fingertips no longer felt icy. He went straight to the nearest convenience store to pick out some emergency goods before heading home.
Lamination
My half of an art trade with @twilighthomunculus where Ryousuke and Kyoichi of Initial D fame get divorced. Absolute blast to write, I love this pairing, especially when it's broken.
They've caught the Family's diner in the twixt hours of graveyard and Sunday rush. There's a few too many staff milling the restaurant for a floor that is devoid of all but three customers and the occasional rattle can be heard from the kitchen, a warning for the traffic to come. Still, they're given a wide berth at their lonely corner booth, shielded from the rising sun by a support column painted soft yellow and stained with the shadows of rotating posters and signage.
Whether the distance is because of the hour or the sheer state of their table, Ryousuke doesn't know nor care, so long as their waiter has the peace of mind to keep his coffee cup full. Occasionally, he eyes the perpetually empty glass on Kyoichi's side of the table, remnants of orange juice pooling at the bottom. A desire for sugar wavers in and out of his consciousness, the hindbrain baying for something other than acid on an empty stomach, but he ignores it. The sheaf of papers in his hand is far more important.
"I do not understand how your name got attached to so many of my belongings," Ryousuke grouses. "And I know I did some of this sober."
Kyoichi snorts. "I know you did, I was there. Thank God I barely had anything for you to take."
"As if I'd want it."
Kyoichi doesn't reply, so Ryousuke returns his focus to their documentation. They'd been married for just over a year, a surprising length of time given their shared proclivities, which was just enough time to muddle their lives legally as well as socially. And they hadn't even made it to the court yet-- this was all preliminary.
At the very least, their shared apartment was in Gunma, for as much as either of them used it. Ryousuke remembered the tedious process of acquiring the space vividly-- the fight that followed. He grimaces and reaches for his coffee, only to wrinkle his nose when he realizes the cup is empty.
"I got you some water instead," Kyoichi says, breaking his silence. "So you don't shrivel and die before you hit your residency."
His smile is bared teeth. Kyoichi's never gotten the hang of smiling, but neither has Ryousuke, so they grimace at each other, honest as anything. Their expressions fall at the exact same time until the waitress comes by to hedge about maybe ordering some food, you know, the kitchen's getting fired up for the rush... And I'll get you some more coffee, sir, as you please...
There's a light in Kyoichi's eyes that often precedes a lost battle on Ryousuke's part, so the latter wordlessly gathers their papers together and pulls out the discarded diner menus from earlier.
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Their vehicles stick out like sore thumbs in the rather neglected parking lot of the court house. The Evo III is a stocky, stealthy little thing, but the bulging fascia and lowered suspension betrays its intentions. A parking space away from it, the gleaming white FC RX-7 glares balefully at its owner, as if irritated by the rain sliding down its sleek roof lines.
Ryousuke passes the cigarette to Kyoichi, watching him take a long drag, tension easing out of his shoulders the more deeply he breathes in. Then he keeps it in his possession, smoke pouring out of his mouth in one swirling cloud as he speaks.
"When did Seiji and Fumihiro become friends?" He asks, slightly hoarse. "Are we being stood up at our own divorce meeting? What the hell?"
Ryousuke can't help it-- he laughs.
"Well, it's not like we're in a hurry. It's amicable, remember?"
Kyoichi ashes, then hands it back over to Ryousuke. "You're dodging the question."
"I don't keep tabs on Fumihiro, you know."
Fumihiro, despite his earnestness and intrinsic need to please, was slippery. And crafty. And frustratingly immune to whatever Ryousuke threw at him, which was a lot more than most people got. Seiji, on the other hand-- Ryousuke had no idea what Kyoichi got out of him and it wasn't his business to know.
(He'd tried, once, after a fight).
A high-pitched growl snaps Ryousuke's attention to the road. It's a familiar bubbling sound, the blitz of a roadster coasting down the road with unremitting joy.
The car is Fumihiro's and the way the little car glides to a stop next to the FC-- it's him driving, too. But Seiji climbs out first, stiff and awkward and tail on fire. Ryousuke watches him cross the parking lot straight to Kyoichi's side with disdain.
Once Fumihiro is at his side, he drops the cigarette to the ground and grinds it out with his heel. The ash will stick to his just-cleaned shoes, but he doesn't care.
"Let's get going," Ryousuke says shortly.
Kyoichi raises an eyebrow, cool and judgmental, but shoves Seiji into following after everyone inside the court house.
After all, they need witnesses, just as they needed them for when they got married.
---
The bedroom in the apartment is kept in darkness through blackout curtains on the windows which keep out the signage in the parking lot and the morning sun. The curtains are grimy to the touch as Kyoichi pulls them back, letting the outside world in an inch at a time, making up for the burnt out lightbulb. A fine layer of dust covers everything, including the discarded clothes littering the floor.
Most of them are his, of course. There'd been a time where he seriously considered moving out here, but, well.
He'd meant to start picking up the place. Instead, Kyoichi settles down on the bed, running a hand through his hair. It's longer than he likes and the roots are starting to show, dark flashes in bleach blond waves. His throat and chest are tight with an unnamed, amorphous restriction, too hot to be grief, not cold enough for anger. By the time he can swallow it back down, he's trembling and his eyes are stinging.
Still, he creeps across the room, scooping up the forgotten clothes and tucking them under his arm. They're cool to the touch. Some of them still smell of expensive cologne, of Ryousuke, the only part of him that ever manages to stay behind. Kyoichi breathes through it long enough to toss everything in a bag he hung on the door knob.
Then he shuts the door with a resounding click.
"This sucks," Kyoichi groans. "I think I actually love him, for it to be this hard."
The apartment thumps in response, a neighbor slamming their door shut.
"Seiji was right, callin' me some bleedin' heart. Whatever."
Kyoichi throws the bag over his shoulder and meanders the limited square footage of the apartment. It's just enough to be more than a studio, but not enough to be noticeable on a Takahashi ledger, especially with how sparingly they use their utilities. The place is mostly spare tools and old car parts. Jugs of old oil and coolant both of them have been too lazy to dispose of. He resists the urge to kick a bottle over as he ducks back out of the apartment and into the hot summer air.
Later, he'll come back. For his tools and everything in between.
Just a little bit later.
---
"Thanks for meeting me out here," Fumihiro says, catching Keisuke's eye over the rim of his coffee mug. "This is still your favorite place, right?"
Foam sloshes over his cup as he sets it back down onto the table with too much force. Keisuke hovers by the curb, squinting against the daylight, motorcycle helmet gripped tightly in gloved hands.
"With you, yeah," Keisuke says finally. "What's up?"
Fumihiro kicks a chair out for him so by the time he saunters over, he has a place to sit. The metal creaks and scuffs against the cobblestone patio-- a slice of French design on the fringes of the big city.
Why a French-styled cafe was Keisuke's favorite, neither of them dwell on. Instead, Fumihiro delays responding, as if the bearer of too great a burden. He smiles tightly.
"Your brother is getting a divorce."
Keisuke tilts his head to the side, alarmed.
"When did he even get married? How long has he...?"
"Oh, not very long. It was a very impulsive thing in Kanagawa. But I'm telling you so you know, because he won't tell you himself."
The chair creaks louder. Keisuke pushes back on it so that he balances precariously, preciously, on the back two legs. Then he drops back on all fours with a tremendous clang.
It's one of those things. Loud secrets. He hasn't seen his own brother in what, six months? He finished school, sure, but as soon as he could, he fled home. The squirrely little man sipping a latte in front of him is the only reason either of them are alive, most likely.
"Who'd he even get hooked up with?" Keisuke asks finally.
Fumihiro smirks, even showing teeth. "Kyoichi Sudo. I forget, have you met him?"
Keisuke's jaw drops. "He got with a guy? THAT guy?"
Fumihiro hides a smile behind his hand.
---
It's raining again when they gather outside the court building. Lightning flashes in the distance. Water sluices freely from Kyoichi's umbrella now that it's folded, just narrowly missing his feet. He shakes it out delicately while Ryousuke waits, holding the door open.
"Delaying the inevitable, Sudo?" Ryousuke asks tartly.
"Fuck off."
Satisfied he won't be trailing water everywhere, Kyoichi ducks into the building, nerves alight. The interior smells like citrus, smoke, and dust. A clock on the wall stares down at them and counts the seconds left until their appointment.
Until their dissolution.
Ryousuke flits past him, shoulders squared and back straight, wrapped in the same haughtiness he bore when they first met. Even in their last moments, he won't afford either of them the decency of vulnerability, of defeat. His shoes click definitively against the gray tile.
The entire process has left Kyoichi feeling dull and hollow. Driving hasn't been able to penetrate it, nor has drinking. Neither of them had meant to get married necessarily -- so why did the separation take so long?
The door to their consult is already open. Kyoichi only steps past the threshold when Ryousuke does. A candle is burning in the corner, adding to the assault on the senses.
"Good to see you both, gentleman. Let's go over the conditions one more time."
They sit. Kyoichi ignores the side-eye from the comet and tries not to wish they'd brought Seiji and Fumihiro along again. He realizes he's barely listened to their consult when he's suddenly being given a pen.
"You'll need to sign the notice before I can submit it. It's a bit of a busy time federally, so it may be a while longer before the papers are processed..."
Kyoichi puts ink down, jotting his name on the form with short, choppy strokes. It looks huge next to Ryousuke's finer script.
"Will we be notified when it's through?" Ryousuke asks.
"You'll get a letter in the mail, of course," he says gravely. "Thank you both for your cooperation."
All three of them stand with the faint scuff of chair against hard flooring and bow.
Somehow, Ryousuke keeps pace with him on their way out. Kyoichi feels lightheaded. Months of fuckery culminating in what, just a signature and some processing time? It didn't make any sense.
He didn't know why he felt so torn.
"You gonna think of me when I'm gone, Ryousuke?" Kyoichi coughs out once they're outside.
The rain's let up some. A bit of blue sky peeks out of the clouds.
Ryousuke digs his car keys out from his pocket and watches the metal glint off the low light.
"I'm going to try not to, really," he replies. "You know I'm not the sentimental type."
Kyoichi coughs again.
Yeah. Clearly.





