”And with that, ladies and gentleman, Kuroo Tetsurou of Team Nekoma has won the Indy 500 yet again!”

The eruption of cheers coming from the crowd didn’t deter you for a moment as you watched Kuroo step out from his car and take off his helmet, running his fingers through his unruly hair. You had been his fan for quite some time now, and all you wanted was an autograph. Fans and reporters alike crowded around the racer, and you struggled to make it to the frontlines.

Just as Kuroo was walking past you, he caught a glimpse of you in his gaze. Time seemed to slow as he turned towards you and reached for your notebook and signed it, though barely taking his eyes off of you. As he gave you a wink and turned away, you realize what he wrote.

’I’ll be in town for a few days, why don’t you give me a call? XXX-XXX-XXXX -K. Tetsurou ;)’