It was early morning. You were absolutely exhausted and quite irritated at being so rudely awoken at six in the morning by receiving a whack in the face from a pillow. However, Pierre had insisted upon dragging both you and Yuki out of bed. It was urgent, he’d said.

Yuki was just as irritated from being disturbed from his sleep, but as soon as he realised who exactly was waking him up, he had jumped out of his warm cocoon and gotten going. Of course he would, it was Pierre after all.

Pierre had dragged the two of you into a quiet place in the paddock. Being so early, nobody was in the paddock except a couple mechanics finishing the set up for the weekend.

“Listen,” Pierre started, “I’m going to need you to swear—“

“Fuck.” Yuki supplied helpfully,

“—Swear as in promise, Yuki.”