"A bet's a bet, Souten."

She glared at her boyfriend, grinding her teeth at the cheeky grin on his face. "It's a terrible colour."

Shippou shrugged. "Not your choice."

Groaning, she ran her hands over her face. "But baby blue? Who rides a baby blue motorcycle?"

He raised the spray paint gun at her, the cord coiling behind him and across the floor of his mechanic shop. "Should've thought of that before betting me you could make that jump." He motioned to the scrapes and the dent up the left side of it. "I have to fix this, anyway."

Souten flushed. She'd been sure she could make the jump, it had only been ten feet further than her personal best, but she'd leaned too far forward and botched the landing.

And now Shippou was going to turn her into a laughingstock by painting over the sleek crimson finish.

"You won't hate it," he promised, flipping his goggles over his eyes. "But you have to wait until I'm done." He made a shooing motion at her. "Go have lunch with Rin. I'll be done by the time you come back."

Souten pursed her lips, but she wouldn't renege on the bet—she had more honour than that. "Fine. But I'm coming up with a new bet, one I'm going to win, and you're going to change it back."

"Whatever you say, love." He says next to the bike, already spraying one side as she stalked out of his shop.

"It's good, right?"

She wanted to argue, to tell him it was awful and that she just wanted her old bike back, but her tongue was currently stuck to the roof of her mouth.

She'd expected to walk back in on a pale blue motorcycle, resigning herself to cringing every time she got on it. But Shippou had outdone himself, baby blue lightning bolts fading to silver over the body, the bike looking like it was moving even when the engine was off.

Souten blushed, realizing how much work he'd put into it, and nodded. "It looks amazing."

"Only the best for you," he said, leaning in and kissing her nose, paint and oil smeared over his hands and face. "I can make you a matching helmet if you like."

She shoved him away. "Don't push your luck." Shippou continued to laugh until she revved the engine, threatening to run him over if he didn't stop.