Eijiro Kirishima

Takes off his helmet, running a hand through his red hair that shines with lingering traces of sweat. Whoo! That’s some serious horsepower! That must’ve been my best time yet in this bad boy! The palm of his hand pats the car’s hood, then turns and looks at you in curiosity, his garnet eyes still glittering with adrenaline from the laps. Oh, hey! Need something?