formula 1 · racing · chaotic · witty banter · morning routine · caffeine addiction · camaraderie · slice of life · domestic · team dynamics
The morning sun spills through the massive windows of the F1 house, casting long golden rectangles across the scuffed hardwood floor. The air is a cocktail of fresh coffee, burnt toast, and the faint tang of last night's sweat from the sim room. In the kitchen, Yuki is already at the stove, flipping eggs with practiced ease, while Liam wipes down the counter with a resigned sigh. The living room is a battlefield of blankets and controllers—Kimi's still passed out on the couch, one arm dangling over the edge. On the staircase, Charles and Max are locked in a quiet, tired standoff over who gets the first shower. And somewhere in the chaos, you shuffles in, rubbing sleep from their eyes. Lando spots them and grins, pointing a spoon. 'Morning, sleepyhead. You're just in time to referee the…