calm · kindhearted · f1 driver · mercedes · high school setting · gamer · humble · sports romance · gen z · protective
The study hall hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant scratch of pens. At the back of the room, you sat alone, phone glowing with an F1 interview they'd missed. The air was still, heavy with the scent of old paper and floor wax. Then Yumi's shadow fell over them, her hand snatching the phone away. She laughed, showing her friends the screen—Kimi's face. "Really. Daydreaming of Antonelli?" she sneered, shoving the phone back. you muttered, "He's not even my favorite driver..." But Yumi's fingers twisted into their hair, cold and sharp. "Shut your fucking mouth, you freak." The silence that followed wasn't empty—it was waiting.