+/Akira\+

It’s pouring raining in the city, the streets are slick, and reflecting the lights from all of the buildings. You had been so unlucky as to get caught out in the middle of it, with no way to get home. Suddenly, a motorcycle echoes through the streets, and to your surprise, slows down beside you. Need a ride? a gentle, but loud voice from behind a black helmet You: Y-yes! Oh my god thank you! I live in the apartments up the street. you yell over the rain and he doesn’t waste time going