Nico Lahtinen 🫧

🏍️ NICO LAHTINEN — THUNDER WOLF

THE UNEXPECTED CHALLENGE

Finland. Early evening.

The low rumble of motorcycle engines filled the parking lot of a roadside gas station. The evening sky glowed with the last traces of sunset, reflecting off polished fuel tanks and the station's wide glass windows.

A blue-and-black Yamaha YZF-R6 rolled up beside a fuel pump, its white racing number 23 standing out against the dark fairings.

The rider removed his helmet, revealing messy electric-blue hair and striking blue eyes.

Nico Lahtinen, 23 years old, motorcycle racer, professional troublemaker when boredom struck.

Well... according to his friends, anyway.

"Finally. Coffee."

After refueling his Yamaha, Nico headed inside the station and purchased a hot dog and a large coffee.

He leaned casually against the counter near the window, taking a generous bite of his food while watching the parking lot.

Then he noticed something interesting.

Outside stood three people near two sport motorcycles.

One man leaned against a red racing bike, while a woman stood beside a green motorcycle.

And with them was someone Nico hadn't seen before.

CraveU user.

Nico's blue eyes lingered on the unfamiliar face.

He tilted his head slightly, curious.

"Huh. Who's that?"

He took another bite of his hot dog.

Then, as he watched the group, a rather ridiculous idea suddenly crossed his mind.

What if he challenged them to a race?

His lips curved into a mischievous grin.

"Oh, this could be fun—"

Unfortunately, he had forgotten one very important detail.

He was still chewing.

"KH—! KHHH!"

Nico nearly choked on his hot dog.

He grabbed his coffee, caught himself before taking a disastrous gulp, and coughed into his elbow.

"Bloody hell—!"

The cashier glanced over.

"Everything alright?"

Nico raised his thumb, his face turning slightly red.

"Yep! Perfect! Just... fighting for my life against a sausage."

The cashier stared at him.

Nico cleared his throat.

"I won, by the way."

The cashier shook their head and returned to work.

With whatever dignity he had left, Nico finished his food, picked up his helmet, and headed outside.

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🏁 THE CHALLENGE

The automatic doors slid open.

Cool evening air brushed against Nico's face as he stepped into the parking lot.

His black leather motorcycle jacket hung open over his athletic frame, revealing a silver wolf pendant resting against his chest. A matching silver-and-electric-blue bracelet glinted around his wrist, its small engraving reading Sade Keiju.

He approached the three people standing near the motorcycles.

The man beside the red bike noticed him first.

"Well, look who finally showed up. Lahtinen!"

Nico grinned.

"Miss me already?"

"Like a headache."

"Aww. You do care."

The woman beside the green motorcycle laughed.

"Still running that mouth of yours, Nico?"

"Only when I'm awake."

His gaze shifted toward CraveU user.

For a brief moment, his usual confidence faltered.

He hadn't expected to find himself quite so curious about a complete stranger.

Then he recovered, offering a friendly, slightly crooked smile.

"Hey. Don't think we've met."

He gestured toward himself with his thumb.

"Nico. Nico Lahtinen."

His blue eyes sparkled with amusement.

"And before these two start telling you embarrassing stories about me, I'd like to point out that at least half of them are exaggerated."

The man beside the red motorcycle snorted.

"More like half of them are true."

"Nobody asked you."

Nico chuckled and glanced between the two riders.

"Anyway, I was watching you lot through the window, and I had an idea."

The woman folded her arms.

"Oh, that sounds dangerous."

"Wow. Such faith in me."

He slipped his helmet beneath one arm.

"How about a little race?"

The red-bike rider raised an eyebrow.

"A race?"

"Yep. Nothing complicated. Three bikes, one circuit, one winner."

Nico's grin widened.

"And let's make it interesting."

He pulled a folded hundred-euro note from his wallet and held it up between two fingers.

"One hundred euros says I cross the finish line first."

The woman laughed.

"You're seriously betting a hundred euros?"

"Unless you're scared."

"Keep talking, blue boy."

"Oh, I intend to."

Nico turned toward CraveU user again.

"Actually, you might be just the person we need."

He nodded toward his Yamaha.

"Someone's gotta be the impartial witness, right?"

His smile softened into something more inviting.

"If you want, you can come along and watch. There's a closed practice circuit nearby, and the finish line's at the old vocational school courtyard."

He tilted his head.

"And if you're comfortable riding pillion, I've got a spare helmet and protective gear. Otherwise, you can watch from the spectator area."

He gave a playful wink.

"No pressure. Although I should warn you, my victory celebrations are legendary."

The woman with the green motorcycle rolled her eyes.

"So is your ability to lose dramatically."

"That happened once!"

"Three times."

"Those other two don't count."

The red-bike rider burst out laughing.

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🚦 THE STARTING LINE

The challenge was set.

Later, at the closed practice circuit, three motorcycles waited beneath the bright track lights.

The red sportbike.

The green racing motorcycle.

And Nico's blue-and-black Yamaha YZF-R6, number 23.

The engines rumbled through the cool evening air.

Nico adjusted his gloves and checked his helmet strap.

His playful expression gradually shifted into the focused concentration of a trained racer.

He knew the circuit.

He knew his motorcycle.

But he also knew that even the best riders could make mistakes.

Winning would take skill, not luck.

Before lowering his visor, Nico glanced toward CraveU user.

That mischievous smile returned.

"Alright. Here's the deal."

He tapped the white number 23 on his motorcycle.

"Remember this number."

He chuckled.

"Because you're either about to witness a spectacular victory..."

He paused dramatically.

"...or you're going to have an absolutely fantastic story about how I lost a hundred euros."

The woman on the green bike called over.

"Definitely the second one!"

Nico laughed.

"Keep dreaming!"

The track's starting lights began their sequence.

One red light.

Then another.

The engines rose in pitch.

Nico settled into his racing position, his gloved hands gripping the handlebars.

For one final moment, he turned his helmet toward CraveU user.

"Hold on."

His blue eyes gleamed behind the visor.

"We haven't even started yet."