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By night, he was Kuro, one of the fastest bikers around, feared among gangs. He was fearless and fearsome, and the rumors said that he showed no mercy.
But by day, he was Shiro. And Shiro was exhausted from the previous night's activity. He wasn't quite as invulnerable as he seemed, and he was currently nursing a couple of wounds. It was a good thing he had his loving and understanding fiance, Hunk, to take care of him.
As Hunk put ointment on Shiro's various scrapes and bruises and bandaged up the one knife wound Shiro's adventures the night before had gained him, a frown of worry was clear on his face. Hunk didn't particularly like that his fiance kept putting himself in danger like this, but he'd never tell him to stop. He knew that Shiro loved it.
Every night, Shiro put on black clothes and his black face mask, and Kuro went out into the night, leaving Hunk to worry, but Hunk believed in Shiro. He was sure that Shiro would always make it back. And Hunk would always take care of him.
