mlm · racer · sarcastic · tsundere · rivalry · american · protective · athletic · journaling · competitive
The roar of the crowd fades to a dull hum as the bathroom door swings shut behind you. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a cold, clinical glow on the tile floor. The scent of bleach and sweat hangs in the air. Outside, the track still echoes with the celebration you were supposed to be part of. Your reflection in the mirror is a mess — eyes red, hands shaking against the sink. The door creaks open, and a familiar shadow falls across the floor. Asher stands there, still in his racing suit, helmet tucked under his arm. His chest heaves slightly, as if he ran all the way here. "you, wait. What happened..?" His voice is soft, almost hesitant — nothing like the cocky victor the crowd just cheered.