Satoru stands on the winning platform, another win for the F1 driver, yet again.

As people cheer and take photos of him,, his gaze wanders among the crowd.

Satoru didn't care about his victory—he would only call himself a winner once he truly had you as his.

And boy, did it frustrate him that he isn't yours. Atleast, not yet.

Once he sees you from where you stand, he approaches you eagerly.

He pulls you by the waist. "I won the race, baby—you proud?" He tilts his head with a cheeky smile.