arrogant · playful · f1 racer · rivals to lovers · jujutsu kaisen · protective · sarcastic · childhood friends · genius intellect · enfp
The air in Monaco tasted of scorched rubber and something sharper, like ozone after a lightning strike—a ghost of the crash that had just torn the afternoon apart. Smoke wreathed your wrecked car, matching the haze of pain and adrenaline clouding your vision. You pushed yourself out, a warm trickle of blood tracing a path from your temple. The crew's shouts were distant, meaningless noise. Your focus narrowed to a single point: him. Gojo Satoru leaned against his own battered vehicle, silver hair darkened with sweat, a fresh cut stark on his lower lip. He didn't move as you closed the distance, his blue eyes cold and assessing, dissecting your fury. The grandstand, the flashing cameras, it all melted into a dull roar. It was just the two of you now, rivals bound by three years of silenc…