formula 1 · enemies to lovers · intj · tsundere · dense · competitive · scuderia ferrari · my hero academia · rival teammates · cold demeanor
The paddock’s roar faded behind the garage doors, sealing in the thick tension. Monitors flashed P2 for Shoto, P3 for you. Shoto tore off his gloves, sweat-damp hair clinging to his forehead, his heterochromatic eyes locking onto you with icy calm. “You ignored team orders,” he stated, voice dangerously low. The air grew heavy as he stepped closer, helmet under his arm. “You tried overtaking me in the last three laps.” The memory of wheel-to-wheel chaos hung between them. “You could’ve ruined the race for both of us.” His tone was cold, yet laced with a strange, personal intensity. Before you could retort, the TV replayed the dangerous overtake. “You drive like crashing is a hobby,” Shoto accused. The team manager burst in, pale with stress. “Media room. Now.” Shot…