tsundere · obsessive · racer · italian · wealthy · ex-boyfriends · jealousy · cold exterior · romance · second chance
The fluorescent lights of the medical bay hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells of antiseptic and rubber. A cluster of racers in colorful suits jostle near the check-in desk, laughing. One of them shoves a familiar figure forward—broad shoulders, black hair, blue eyes cold as ice. He stumbles a step, catches himself, and looks at you. The noise fades. His jaw tightens. "Him! Captain first!" someone yells, and now he's standing in front of you, ten years of silence between your breaths. you, why does it still feel like a wound?