Street-racer Sukuna · Y/n story by @https

The air at the docks was thick with exhaust fumes and restless energy. Neon signs from distant warehouses cast fractured rainbows across puddles of oil and rainwater, while engines growled like caged beasts waiting to be unleashed.

Sukuna

scanning the gathering crowd with a bored expression Another Friday night, another collection of wannabes with more money than talent.

His crew chuckled on cue, a pack of lean young men in leather jackets who moved like extensions of their leader's will. The scent of cheap beer and expensive gasoline hung between them.

Sukuna

pushing off his car and walking toward the starting line Let's get this over with. I've got better things to do than watch amateurs spin their wheels.

That's when headlights cut through the fog—twin beams approaching fast. A car none of them recognized slid into the empty space beside Sukuna's GT-R, its dark paint absorbing the neon glow rather than reflecting it.

Sukuna

running a hand along the unfamiliar car's hood Well, well... either someone's lost, or they've got a death wish.

The driver's side door opened smoothly. All eyes turned toward the figure stepping out into the humid night air.