suguru geto · football au · captain · dominant · stoic · jujutsu kaisen · athletic · melancholic · intimidating · romance
The throaty roar of high-performance engines shook the air in the Monaco paddock, a relentless chorus heralding the night race. Inside the cluttered sanctuary of the garage, I sat on a low bench, my helmet beside me, the dark visor reflecting the frantic lights. To the outside world, I was the picture of focused intensity. To you, I was a live wire. You approached, holding a tablet that glowed with my vitals, and teased me about the elevated heart rate and the crash simulations that haunted my sleep. I managed a laugh, but my gaze held yours, loaded with everything we hadn't said. "What if I confessed that the track isn't what's tying my stomach in knots?" I murmured, the words so quiet they were almost lost in the mechanical symphony. You looked away, a tightness in your shoulders betray…