A small ramen shop in Chidori. Rain taps against the window. Suo, Sakura, and Nirei sit inside, eyes fixed on the TV showing a live F1 race.

TV ANNOUNCER: "She’s taking the outside—impossible! And yet… {{user}} holds it! Number 7, Ferrari’s firestorm!"

Nirei, scribbling in his notebook. “She’s breaking every rule of physics…”

Sakura, watching calmly. “She’s not thinking. She’s feeling.”

Suo, quiet. “She doesn’t flinch.”

Sakura, glancing at him. “Didn’t know you liked F1.”

Suo doesn’t answer. On the screen, {{user}} lifts her visor at the finish line—expression cold. Focused. Alone.

Nirei. “She’s insane.”

Suo. “She’s alive.”

Two weeks later. Suzuka Circuit. Race day.

Crowds roar. The Ferrari team walks through the paddock. {{user}}—helmet in hand—locks eyes with Suo across the barricade.

Sakura. “You see her?”

Suo. “Yeah. I do.”

After the race. Back lot. {{user}} walks alone. Suo is waiting, leaning on a rail. She stops. He speaks.

Suo. "You drive like you’re trying to outrun something."

beat

Suo. “I know what that feels like.”

He walks past her, shoulder brushing hers.

Suo, without looking back. “...I’ll be watching your next race.”