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lanawrx · 3 months ago

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Keisuke Takahashi befriending a Tsuyome Gyaru Reader

a/n: Whenever I make scenarios in my head with Keisuke, I always imagine him with an energetic, girly s/o (even though I know it's canon that he despises air-headed bimbos but idc!) It'd be cute if a girl who's all bubbly and flashy catches his eye.

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When he first met you, he was initially annoyed by the way you dressed. He found your bold makeup, flashy nails, and daring fashion a bit much.

He never paid that much attention to girls, preferring to prioritize his racing skills and his challenges within the scene than think about flirting.

But for some reason, he couldn't help but glance towards you whenever he saw your cheetah print clothes and rhinestone belts.

Or maybe it was your annoyingly loud voice that would get his attention, always yapping off to your squabble of bimbos about how sleek and shiny his FD was.

He guessed he could appreciate your taste.

Keisuke began to notice you everywhere; whether it was at races, at car meets, or even at random spots around town. Each time, his annoyance mingled with an unspoken appreciation.

He hated to admit it, but your presence started to become something he looked forward to, even if it was just to roll his eyes at your latest over-the-top outfit.

He couldn’t deny there was something intriguing about the way you carried yourself with such confidence, completely unbothered by the stares you received

One night, you approached him, your usual boldness on full display. "Hey, RedSun, your FD looks amazing tonight," you said with a wink, completely unbothered by his cold stare.

He grunted in response, trying to play it cool.

"Good luck on the race tonight, not like ya need it," you giggled, false lashes fluttering.

"Yeah, thanks." He said gruffly, turning away coldly.

You walked away with a hum, unperturbed by his attitude.

He discreetly watched as the patterns of your clothes moved satisfyingly with your body, as if you were a cheetah yourself.

Keisuke found himself unable to shake the image of you from his mind as he prepped for the race.

As he climbed into his FD, he stole another glance in your direction, catching you laughing with your friends.

Throughout the race, Keisuke pushed his FD to its limits, but your words lingered in his mind, driving him even harder.

After crossing the finish line, victorious as usual, he glanced around, looking for his brother.

Subconsciously, he kept an eye out for your bold makeup-covered face, immediately finding you and making eye contact.

He couldn't help but feel a strange warmth at the proud smile and approving nod you gave him from across the crowd, and he quickly looked away.

One night, while waiting for Takumi to show up for the 86's next race against a local challenger, Keisuke was engrossed in a conversation with his teammate about engine specs when he heard a familiar, bubbly voice cutting through the noise.

It was you, surrounded by your usual squad of friends, your bright cheetah print outfit standing out in the crowd.

You were in the middle of animatedly discussing car modifications with your friends. Keisuke's ears perked up as you rattled off details about turbochargers, suspension systems, and engine tuning with a confidence that made him pause. He tried to ignore it, but your knowledge was hard to dismiss.

He moved closer, casually pretending to look at a nearby car while eavesdropping on your conversation. The way you described the intricacies of tuning a car’s performance was impressive. You mentioned specific brands and models, your eyes lighting up with genuine passion.

It was clear you knew what you were talking about, and Keisuke found himself grudgingly impressed.

Later that evening, as you were heading off with your friends, Keisuke approached you. He tried to keep his tone casual, though there was a hint of curiosity in his voice. “Hey, I heard you talking about car mods earlier. You really know your stuff.”

You looked surprised for a moment, then grinned. “Yeah, I’ve been into tuning my ride for a while now. I guess it’s not something everyone expects from someone like me.”

“Definitely not,” he admitted, trying to sound nonchalant. “But it’s impressive. I didn’t think you were into that side of things."

“Most people don’t,” you hum with a shrug. “But I just started getting into this stuff, like, a few years ago. I've been into racing long before I've been dressing like this.”

Keisuke nodded, a newfound respect in his eyes. “Well, you’ve got a lot more knowledge than I gave you credit for. It’s nice to see someone who’s got both style and substance.”

Over the next few weeks, you and Keisuke kept running into each other at races and meets. Each time, he’d find a reason to ask for your opinion on car stuff. You’d always deliver, your enthusiasm never waning. He couldn’t help but appreciate how you made even the most technical topics interesting.

After a particularly exhilarating race where you had cheered him on from the sidelines, Keisuke caught up with you afterward. He wasn’t his usual cool self; instead, he seemed more relaxed, almost content.

“Hey, you really went all out tonight,” he said, glancing at your latest eye-catching outfit. “I think you might be my lucky charm.”

You hoped he couldn't see it underneath the heavy foundation, but your cheeks blossomed with heat from his words.

"Aww, really? You're making me blush, Takahashi!" You teased, trying to hide how genuinely flustered you felt.

Keisuke smirked at your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you. His usual aloof demeanor seemed to crack just a little, revealing a hint of a more genuine smile.

“Don’t get any funny ideas,” he said, though his tone was lighter than usual. “I’m just saying that you’ve got a knack for being where I need you to be.”

You laughed, not missing a beat. “Well, I guess that makes us even then. I’ll keep looking gorgeous if it means you keep racing like a pro.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking at you with a mix of amusement and something warmer. “Fine by me. Just don’t go thinking you can keep me on my toes all the time.”

As you both stood there, the noise of the crowd around you seemed to fade into the background. Keisuke’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he looked away, clearly trying to hide how much he enjoyed your company.

“Well,” you said, looking down at the charms of your long fake nails. “I’d better go check on my friends. See you around, RedSun.”

Keisuke nodded, watching as you walked away with your usual confident stride.

Despite his initial annoyance, he found himself looking forward to your next encounter. There was something undeniably intriguing about you—and he couldn't help but feel like it was starting to get addicting.