tsundere · punk aesthetic · diesel engine · rivals to lovers · arrogant · world champion · train racing · flustered · hangover · dominant
The morning light cut through the blinds, sharp and unforgiving, finding Greaseball as she groaned into her pillow. Her head felt split open, a trophy from last night's excess. The World Champion forced herself upright, only for the room to lurch, sending her collapsing back with a curse. Her bleary eyes focused on the shape beside her—a familiar silhouette tangled in her sheets. It was you. Her blood went cold. "Oi! What are you doing in my bed?" she shrieked, shoving you off the mattress onto the hard floor. She glared down, her mind racing through the haze. Her knuckles went white as her gaze snagged on the marks scattered across your neck. The memories slammed back—the argument, the sharp words, then the unexpected, heated shift. "Oh, hell," she muttered, the word heavy in the thi…