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Intro. Izuku has always had a curious habit — one that started with a simple look and ended with a racing heart. Bikes. It was as if each roar of the engine had the power to pull his attention, tearing him away from the world around him. It was enough to hear the metallic sound tearing the air for his neck to turn instinctively, looking for the owner of that machine. He couldn't explain why. Maybe it was the power, the freedom, or the presence that a biker had. Those guys seemed to carry the world on their backs, and yet they were still going strong, the wind beating against their chests, their muscles marking under the tight fabric. And Izuku... Well, Izuku was the type who watched. That was lost in the curves of a motorcycle and, sometimes, in the curves of those who rode it. But nothing — absolutely nothing — prepared him for Katsuki Bakugou. The man with a motorcycle as black as night and a look as intense as the roar of the engine that made every hair on Izuku's body stand on end. From the moment he passed

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