Hi I just found your account and I enjoy your writing a lot the flow of it is refreshing that’s besides the point though 😤✋I was wondering if you would write a street racing AU where Kenma and Kouroo are interested in someone from a rival group
Street Racer Rivalries
Pairings: Street Racer! Mechanic! Kozume Kenma x Mechanic! Street Racer! Gender Neutral! Reader, Street Racer! Kuroo Tetsurō x Street Racer! Mechanic! Gender Neutral! Reader
Warnings: Street Racing AUs, Saffron shows off their lack of car knowledge, illegal street racing, rivalries, strong language, talk of racing injuries.
A/N: Hi there! Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy it! ☺️ But umm -- yes? I live for this idea (i might even make a series out of it, if anyone wants 🤷) but thank you for the request!
Kenma Kozume
- He really doesn't like racing, let's be honest.
- If he could, Kenma would stay in his shop all day long.
- Hell, it's not like he needs the money.
- He's such a well-known mechanic in the underground racing scene, he easily makes all of the money he could ever need.
- His only real competition is Akaashi Keiji and someone named L/N Y/N?
- Akaashi he could deal with, as Fukurōdani's group was rather well acquainted with Nekoma, hell, the held practice races all of the time.
- But whoever this other up-and-coming mechanic was, was seriously pissing him off.
- It wasn't that they were stealing all of his customers, he still had a lot of business.
- It was that they just had to be with Karasuno.
- The one group Kuroo was obsessed with besting - in everything.
- Plus, who could have such a reputation for someone who'd only just joined the scene?
- They, along with Karasuno's newest racers had put the group on a fast-track to the top.
- They hadn't surpassed Karasuno.
- Yet.
- He wasn't sure why hearing your name pissed him off as much as it did.
- But here he was, ranting to Kuroo as he worked on one of the group's main racing vehicles.
- "Why won't Shōyō tell me anything about them either? They're so secretive about this new mechanic - all of them. Are they waiting for a fucking debut, here?"
- "It took years for Nekoma to get the reputation it has, same for everyone else. Why does someone with no prior affiliation with any group, so easily surpass so many people?"
- Then Kuroo worsens it by teasing Kenma.
- "Are you sure this isn't just because Hinata is keeping a secret from you, for once?"
- Now, it's a month later - the first big race in a while.
- Lately, the cops had been far too aware of where the groups would be for anyone's comfort, so they collectively decided to lay low for a while.
- And he's finally getting to see Karasuno in a big race.
- He wasn't sure of everyone's official racers - but you usually weren't, until they lined themselves up.
- Kenma wasn't particularly invested in the race, more here to finally see if you were all everyone talked you up to be.
"Are you really trying to 'wow' them in a tank top and coveralls?" Bokuto turns his nose up as he looks over Kenma's choice in clothing.
A black tank covered Kenma's chest, while his navy coveralls covered him from the waist-down, sleeves knotted together, around his waist to hold them up. His hands and arms are still stained dark from his work this morning and he's not quite sure on the status of his face, with the lack of looking in a mirror today. With a shrug, Kenma brings another chip to his mouth.
After a moment of silence, a scoff leaves his lips, "I'm not trying to 'wow' anyone. I'm scoping out the new competition, at most."
"I thought you said, just yesterday, they weren't worth your time?" Kuroo smirks at his smaller friend. Despite Kenma acting so peeved with your presence, he knew that it was all a front. He knew his best friend better than anyone end he could tell that his interest in you was just being covered up by feigned annoyance.
Kenma rolls his eyes, "I mean, you aren't either, but here we are."
Akaashi lets a breath escape him, before glancing over as he sees a flash of several headlights, looking over at the orange and black themed cars rolling in. "Looks like you have your chance to... Scope out your competition. Won't be long until Itachiyama and Shiratorizawa start arriving, as well."
Bokuto claps a large hand on Kenma's tattooed shoulder, making the faux-blonde cringe at the contact. "Go on, Ken! We'll catch up with you, soon!"
Kenma doesn't hesitate to step away from the other three, taking easy strides on his way over to where the vehicles were now parked, scattered around one another. The first to take notice of him, Shōyō, lights up, straightening from his position, previously leaning against the hood of his car. Though, seeing that he wasn't moving to greet Kenma, they cat-eyed male look at who he was talking to.
Finally laying eyes on the person he'd found himself 'hating' for the past few nights, any insults he had for you left him. Seeing you reclined against the hood of one of Karasuno's best cars, looking like you'd just come from the shop, much like him.
When your eyes found his, he notices that whatever you had been saying slowly faded out while you focused on him. And oversized orange and black jacket adorned your figure, keeping you away from the crisp breeze. He wondered if it was yours by the way or enveloped you, though on the arm, your last name shown clear, orange lettering bold against the black.
You slide from the good of the vehicle, your jacket falling from your body so you can tuck it in through the open window of what he guessed to be your car. You were dressed in nearly the same thing as him, black coveralls tied up around your waist and a large black shirt that seemed too big for you, as well, tucked into it. Not hesitating to step forward, Hinata finds himself falling back, wanting to bare witness from afar.
The smug grin tugging at the edges of your lips makes Kenma narrow his eyes further, "This is the great Kozume Kenma? Wow, no one really did you any justice, now did they?"
Of course you would be the smug type. Though, he supposed you had every right to be. You were an impressive individual. "And you're L/N Y/N... For someone who wanted to be so mysterious, you sure weren't hiding."
"I can't take credit for that idea. It was all Suga. Said we needed an ace up our sleeve." Shrugging nonchalantly, you flash Kenma a lazy grin. Mainly because it was oh-so obvious it was getting under his skin. "Though I have heard someone has been a bit obsessed with me, recently."
Kenma finally lets out something near a laugh, "You would be so lucky. Are you racing tonight?"
Hearing the rumble of other engines, the both of you realize that it wouldn't be long before you would both have to walk away to be with your separate groups. "Wouldn't you like to know," Kenma turns his head back towards you, raising an eyebrow. "I guess you'll just have to keep an eye out for me, won't you, Kozume?"
You take an easy step back, before turning to walk away, "I look forward to racing you, one day, Kozume."
"Likewise..." Kenma finds himself staring at you as you walk away from him, impressed by how bold you are, despite himself. Belying his previous 'hate' towards you, a slight smile pulls at the corners of his lips.
Much as Kenma found himself excited whenever he raced or encountered Shōyō, even his three friends could tell that he was intrigued, from their distance.
Kuroo Tetsurō
- He, unlike Kenma, loves the thrill of racing.
- Even if he doesn't do it as often now, he still manages to love when he does race.
- Now, Nekoma doesn't have much real competition.
- They've been among the top racing groups for year now and not even up-and-comers like Karasuno were going to change that.
- Despite Kuroo's reassurance in the stability of his position as best racer and 'leader' of Nekoma's group, there were certain other groups that managed to get under his skin.
- Groups like Daishō Suguru's group, Nohebi.
- The group who'd been giving him more trouble than anyone else, since they'd gotten started.
- He hated Daishō.
- He hated Nohebi.
- Nohebi played dirty and had injured multiple of his racers.
- Most recently injured had been Yaku.
- He wasn't sure who had been driving, but he remembered the person who had stepped up to reprimand the driver for the blatant foul play.
- Acting like you were going to veer into another car and doing it were two different things.
- He wasn't sure if it was because you were the one who had to fix your own vehicle or because you were worried about the opposing driver.
- But he was intrigued.
- Especially when you slapped Daishō for trying to "calm you down" by grabbing your wrist.
- You had such an attitude and were so independent.
- You caught his attention awfully quick.
- After that, he kept an eye out for you.
- He was whipped from day one.
- Now normally, it takes forever for him to develop feelings for someone, but you were such a strong individual, he was whipped.
- Though what sealed the deal for him was when you would tease him back and flirt with him.
- At first he thought it was just because you wanted to piss off Daishō, but when he noticed that you seemed to enjoy it just as much as he did, he really was whipped.
You spotted him before he spotted you. As per usual when it came to you. You were good and sneaking up on him. It should have been more concerning to him than it was when a hand came to cover his eyes, your voice crooning in his ear playfully, "Guess who."
He knew you, quite easily, by your voice. You'd become well acquainted with sneaking up on him.
After all, it had been what? Two years since this mutual bantering and rivalry had started. By this point, both of your respective groups were getting a little tired of constantly having to be a witness to all of the flirting that was done.
"L/N, I think I'd recognize the strong smell of motor oil anywhere." Kuroo turns around to face you, hands tucked in the pockets of the red and black jacket he wore. The same one that matched the jackets of the rest of his group.
"Well, unlike someone, I've been working pretty hard, y'know?" Your own hands drift to your pockets, "Not all of us have minions doing all of our work, for us."
One of Kuroo's eyebrows shoot up, "Oh? Last I heard was that someone in particular had a whole shop of people working for them."
A light laugh escapes you, the air fogging up a bit in front of your face as your warm breath met the crisp air surrounding you both. "Yeah? Who told you that? The same asshole that's trying to drag other unfortunate souls into working with him?"
Heaving out a deep, faux sigh, Kuroo tilts his head. "The position with me is still open." His cooing voice almost makes you forget how he'd opted to phrase it. Almost.
"As much as I hate the snaky bastard, the money is too good to pass up." You lean yourself back, making contact with the hood of Kuroo's car. His favorite and ace vehicle, in fact.
"You know I could easily pay you twice what he does," he leans in and places a hand on either side of the hood, next to you. "So what's it going to take to convince you I'm a better choice than him?"
You cross your arms, a smug look crossing your face. "Why do I think this has less and less to do with your need for a mechanic?.. I think you might be a little obsessed with me, there, Kuroo."
A smirk matching your own crosses his lips. "Maybe I am, L/N. What are you going to do about it?"
"Well, there are a few things-" You find yourself cut off as you note Daishō's shouts from across the way. A sigh escapes you and you bring a hand to Kuroo's chest, pushing a finger into his shoulder and making him lean back. "Looks like I've got to go. Until next time, Kuroo."
"Keep my offer in mind," The tall man lets out a sigh as he watches you walk away from him. He glances over his shoulder as he feels a hand there, seeing his faux-blonde friend. "They'll be working for me one day. Just you wait."
Bokuto lets out a hearty laugh, causing people to look in the direction of the two tall men. "You've been saying that for how long, now?"
A scoff comes from behind them, causing them to turn around, "About two years, now. He's a little desperate, don't you think?"
Kuroo rolls his eyes at his friends' teasing, head turning in your direction just in time to catch you quickly farting your own gaze away.
You'd be a lot more to him than just another person in his racing group, one day.
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