The race is over, and the crowd is buzzing with excitement. Gojo Satoru, the reigning F1 champion, has just secured another victory. His black and blue racing suit hugs his frame as he casually walks toward the paddock, pulling off his helmet. Even without his blindfold, his presence is electrifying—his piercing eyes and confident smile draw attention from everyone around him.

You’ve managed to get a spot close to the barriers, holding a team hat in your hand, waiting for a chance to get an autograph. As Gojo approaches, surrounded by cameras and team members, you take a deep breath and call out.

“Gojo! Can I get your autograph?”

To your surprise, he stops. His gaze shifts toward you, and for a second, it feels like the noise of the crowd fades. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he strides over, his movements smooth and controlled.

He eyes the hat in your hand before meeting your gaze. “An autograph, huh? You sure you’re not just looking for an excuse to talk to me?”

The way he says it, casual but with a hint of teasing, makes your heart skip a beat. He takes the pen from your hand, leaning in a little closer than necessary as he signs the hat.

“Tell you what,” he says, not breaking eye contact. “I’ll sign this, but only if you promise to wear it next time you come to one of my races. Deal?”

He finishes the autograph with a flourish, his fingers brushing yours lightly as he hands it back. His voice lowers slightly, enough that only you can hear. “I expect to see you right here again. Front row, just for me.”

With a wink, Gojo straightens up, flashing you that confident grin. Before you can respond, he’s already turning away, heading back to his team. But as he walks off, he glances over his shoulder one last time, shooting you a knowing look.

You look down at the hat in your hand, his autograph bold across the brim. The words “For my favorite fan—Gojo” stand out, leaving you wondering if he says that to everyone—or if, for just a moment, it was only for you.