Arashi sat there in the cold, time slipping by unnoticed as he smoked one cigarette after another. The world around him felt distant, his thoughts consumed by the woman who had held his heart for so long. The night air was still, and he barely noticed the time pass—three hours, maybe more—until the familiar voice of Bruno broke the silence.

  Arashi looked up, smirking as he flicked the lighter and handed a cigarette to Bruno.

  Bruno took a long drag, leaning against the bench. His tone was nonchalant, but there was a certain tiredness to his voice, as if the thrill had already worn off.

  Arashi laughed, his voice dark pretending to be amused.

  Bruno paused, raising an eyebrow as he eyed Arashi with a knowing look.

  Arashi's expression shifted slightly, and he let out a long exhale of smoke, his gaze flickering away for a moment.

  The weight of the words hung in the air, thick with unspoken feelings. ‘Lana.’ She was always on his mind, even in moments like this. Even now, surrounded by distractions and chaos, it was her face he saw, her presence that lingered.

  Bruno didn't push further. He could see that look in Arashi's eyes—the longing, the uncertainty. There was something deeper here, something Arashi wasn't quite ready to face yet.

  Arashi muttered, almost to himself.

  Bruno nodded, the unspoken understanding passing between them. Both knew the game, both knew the chase. But it was clear that, no matter where Arashi's feet took him, his heart was already with her.

  Bruno took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke mixing with the cold night air. He didn't push further; he had learned long ago when to let Arashi speak and when to just listen. This wasn’t just a casual conversation. This was Arashi, the guy who never showed weakness, admitting something real—something raw. And Bruno knew that wasn't easy for him.

  Arashi’s gaze softened, his fingers playing with the cigarette.

  Bruno couldn't respond immediately. He knew that look in Arashi’s eyes—the same one he had seen when they'd been through hard times, when they both had their backs against the wall. That was no longer the casual, playful Arashi; this was the man who had felt something real, something that, despite all his walls, had shaken him to his core.

  Bruno replied quietly, tapping his cigarette and watching the ash fall.

  Arashi turned to him, the weight of the conversation pressing down on him.

  Bruno looked at him for a moment, then nodded.

  Arashi exhaled slowly, a mix of frustration and affection.

  Bruno’s brow furrowed for a second, but then he remembered the dynamics between them—the things Arashi had shared over the years, the unspoken bond that had always held them together. He looked at his friend, understanding now, deeper than before.

  Arashi paused, his voice quieter now, almost wistful.

  Bruno could see the tears welling up in Arashi’s eyes, something he didn’t often show. He didn't have to say anything. He had seen it before—the silent battles Arashi fought, the storms in his heart that no one else could understand. He placed a hand on Arashi's shoulder, giving him a steady, firm squeeze.

  Arashi chuckled softly, wiping his eyes quickly.

  Bruno’s voice softened, the bond between them thick with years of shared moments.

  Arashi’s voice held a quiet gratitude that Bruno could feel in his chest.

  After a beat, Arashi continued, his eyes hardening with resolve.

  Bruno nodded. There was no need for words anymore. They both understood what was at stake.

  Bruno flicked his cigarette butt into the night, watching it fade away with a faint glow before turning to Arashi.

  Arashi gave him a smirk, his tone playful. His chuckle broke the tension, a bit of lightheartedness filling the air.

  Bruno raised an eyebrow, smirking as he replied, His voice carried a teasing edge as he tried to turn the tables on Arashi.

  Arashi grinned wider, his laughter cutting through the night as he shot back, He laughed softly, finding amusement in Bruno's persistent, playful confidence.

  As Bruno disappeared into the warmth of the house, Arashi remained outside, his gaze fixed on the stars above. It was as though he was staring directly into the heavens, into the eyes of some higher power, silently pleading for help, for guidance—especially when it came to Lana. His heart felt empty, a hollow ache that seemed to stretch into the vastness of the night. Each star above him felt like an unanswered question, a symbol of his longing for her, for the bond they had yet to fully realize. He didn’t know if his prayers would ever be answered, but in the silence of the night, with nothing but the distant hum of the world around him, Arashi couldn’t shake the feeling that his soul was tethered to something far greater, something he couldn’t yet understand. And it all centered around Lana—her presence, her absence, the possibility of her.

  As the night deepened, Arashi finally made his way back to the garage, his footsteps echoing softly against the cold concrete floor. His mind was still occupied with thoughts of Lana, but he knew he had to let the night pass. He walked toward his room, moving past the door and glancing out the window of Esme’s room. There, just as he had hoped, he saw Bruno cuddling Esme in the stillness of the night, the two of them intertwined in a peaceful, quiet embrace. It was a sight that brought a strange sense of relief to Arashi—a confirmation that his words had reached Bruno, and that Esme wasn’t left alone.

  Without much thought, Arashi stripped off his clothes, the weight of the day settling on his shoulders. He moved toward his bed, the cool sheets beckoning him to rest. As he lay down, his mind still lingered on the image of Lana, but the comfort of the darkened room soon lulled him into silence, his thoughts finally drifting as he closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would bring the answers he sought.

  Time showed 10 A.M. as a loud truck horn blared through the garage, waking both Esme and Bruno. Bruno, still disoriented, scrambled to cover his body with his shirt and shorts, rushing out of the room while Esme groggily tried to pull the covers back over her head, wanting to go back to sleep.

  As Bruno sprinted down the hallway, he saw Arashi standing by the Z33, doubled over in laughter, working away like nothing had happened. The truck horn continued in the background, but Arashi showed no intention of moving toward it.

  Bruno asked, still confused and rubbing his eyes.

  Arashi wiped away a tear from his eye, struggling to catch his breath from laughing so hard. Arashi gasped between laughs, his shoulders shaking from the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

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  Bruno frowned, looking over at the honking truck, then back at Arashi. he muttered, shaking his head at the situation, while Arashi continued to laugh uncontrollably. The sound of Brad's incessant horn kept echoing in the background, an annoying reminder of last night’s events.

  Bruno quickly ran toward the truck, where he found Brad slumped against the side, tears streaming down his face. Brad wailed, his voice strained.

  Bruno’s laughter erupted as he stood there, unable to contain it. He doubled over, clutching his stomach.

  he managed to choke out between his fits of laughter.

  From a distance, Arashi could hear Bruno’s wild laughter, and it sent him into another round of uncontrollable chuckling. His body shook with amusement as he wiped away tears. Arashi yelled, barely able to keep himself upright.

  Brad, still struggling to sit up, glared at both of them through teary eyes. he groaned, but the frustration only seemed to fuel the laughter that echoed through the garage, the entire scene too ridiculous to take seriously.

  Arashi tried to control his laughter, but the words were barely able to slip out.

  Brad's face flushed as he let out a groan. he explained, his voice a mix of embarrassment and desperation.

  The second Brad finished his sentence, Arashi and Bruno erupted into laughter once again.

  Arashi and Bruno laughed in perfect sync, their laughter echoing through the garage as Brad sat there, flustered and defeated, unable to do anything but groan.

  Bruno said between laughs.

  Arashi added, wiping tears from his eyes, clearly enjoying every second of Brad’s suffering.

  Brad just buried his face in his hands, his voice barely a whisper.

  Esme emerged from her room, hair a mess of tangles and eyes still blurry with sleep. She shuffled towards the source of the commotion, a deep frown etched on her face. she whined, her voice thick with sleep,

  Arashi, already buzzing with energy, barely looked up from the stack of papers he was sorting. he boomed, his voice radiating cheerfulness. He continued shuffling papers, completely dismissing Esme's sleepy protest.

  she grumbled, her shoulders slumping. She shuffled past Bruno and Brad, who were exchanging lighthearted banter, without so much as a glance in their direction.

  Arashi asked, his voice gentle as he gazed at Esme. Her response was barely a whisper, a soft ‘yes please’ that tugged at his heartstrings.

  Her eyes, usually sparkling with mischief and laughter, now held a plea that he couldn't ignore. It was a vulnerability he rarely saw in her, a glimpse behind the confident facade she usually wore. He felt a surge of tenderness towards her, a desire to soothe whatever worry or sadness clouded her gaze. Without another word, he began to shed his clothes, the promise of warmth and shared intimacy hanging heavy in the air between them.

  Bruno shouted, shaking his head as he grabbed his tools, clearly done with the playful teasing.

  Now it was Brad’s turn to laugh, his shoulders shaking with amusement as he sat on the workbench, utterly entertained by the scene unfolding before him.

  As Arashi followed Esme toward the bathroom, Bruno worked on putting Esme’s new tires onto the rims using the tire changer tool. His focus was sharp, but just as he tightened the last tire, he heard a lustful loud lingering moan from Esme, followed by Arashi’s heavy breathing and soft groan.

  Bruno shouted, his voice full of frustration. He threw his hands up, trying to shake off the distractions.

  Ignoring the chaos, he moved to install the rims onto Esme's car, determined to get the job done. But Brad, who had been quietly watching, burst out laughing. Brad chuckled, doubling over with laughter at the timing of it all. Bruno let out a frustrated sigh, continuing his work with an air of resignation.

  An hour later, Esme and Arashi emerged from the bathroom, refreshed and fully dressed. Arashi’s hair was slightly tousled, giving him a rugged charm, while Esme’s cheeks were still a faint pink and God only who knows the cause. She fidgeted with her sleeves as she trailed behind Arashi, trying to hide her grin.

  Meanwhile, on the couch, Brad was sprawled out, his face buried in his hands. With trembling legs, he attempted to shift upright. His voice was a mix of embarrassment and exhaustion.

  Bruno, lounging against the edge of the couch with his arms crossed, raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

  Esme couldn’t help but let out a laugh, covering her mouth as Brad shot her a desperate look. she teased, her tone dripping with playful mischief.

  Brad groaned, burying his face deeper in his hands.

  “Say what?” Bruno smirked knowingly, leaning closer.

  Esme practically burst into giggles, leaning against the counter for support.

  Brad glared weakly at her.

  Arashi smirked and patted Brad’s shoulder as he passed by.

  Esme perked up instantly at the mention of her nickname. ”

  Arashi nodded toward the Z33 and the parts cart beside it.

  Bruno gestured at the cart.

  Esme rolled her eyes dramatically, pulling on her gloves with a playful grin.

  She moved to the Z33, her focus immediately sharpening as she examined the parts. The garage filled with the sound of tools and the occasional scrape of metal. Arashi watched her with a critical yet encouraging gaze, stepping in now and then to adjust or demonstrate a technique.

  Bruno kept an eye on her progress, offering occasional comments from his spot at the workbench. ”

  Esme waved him off with a chuckle.

  The Z33 gleamed under the fluorescent lights, its unfinished upgrades teasing a vision of what it would become. The garage hummed with energy, the scent of motor oil and the camaraderie between the team making the work feel less like a chore and more like a shared passion.

  Esme wiped her hands on a rag and gave the green rims a curious glance. She cocked her head, eyes narrowing as she took in the unusual color choice for the Z33.

  Arashi, caught off guard by the question, hesitated. He glanced at the rims, his mind racing for an explanation. He couldn’t exactly tell Esme the real reason—it wasn’t something he could share with her.

  he muttered, forcing a casual shrug. “Complementary colors, you know... they go together.”

  Esme raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on him for a moment, as if considering his answer. “

  Arashi smiled faintly, trying to hide the guilt that crept into his chest. He could never tell her the real reason—that green was the color of Lana’s eyes, and these rims were meant to match them. It was a small, private tribute to her, something only he understood.

  Esme seemed satisfied with his explanation, turning back to the car with a nod.

  Arashi gave a brief nod, turning back to the work at hand. The rims were almost done, but his mind lingered on the unspoken truth, hidden behind his lies, even the sun on its peak now doesn’t know about his lie.

  Bruno said, rubbing his belly dramatically.

  Arashi raised an eyebrow, glancing up from his work.

  Brad, still sitting on the couch and clearly struggling to get up, groaned. His voice wavered with embarrassment, but everyone couldn't help but laugh.

  Esme was the first to move, walking over to him with a teasing smile, extending a hand to help him.

  As they helped him to his feet, Arashi pointed to Bruno. Bruno blinked in confusion.

  Arashi’s lips curled into a smirk, his voice laced with teasing.

  Bruno cursed loudly, his face turning a shade of red as he tossed his hands in the air in frustration.

  Arashi and Brad burst into laughter at Bruno’s reaction while Esme, who had been listening quietly, couldn’t help but giggle at Bruno’s frustration. Her face turned deep red, recalling her last night being jackhammered by Bruno till she experienced seven multiple orgasms in a row, where she finally fainted, as she glanced at Arashi, trying to hide her shied amusement. she muttered, unable to hold back a small giggle.

  Brad said, his voice still a bit weak but clearly enjoying the moment.

  Bruno shot him a glare but started heading toward the door.

  The group moved toward the EG6, the garage once again filled with their laughter and banter as they headed out for lunch, the tension of the day momentarily forgotten.

  TO BE CONTINUED.