🏎️𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🏁 ／ ⋆ ۪

One moment he was defending against Piastri, the next he was climbing out of the car while hands grabbed at his shoulders from every direction.

The race had barely finished.

Canada. Third place.

And somehow that single result had just written his name into another piece of history.

Third youngest driver to stand on a Formula One podium.

Kimi’s helmet was barely off before the congratulations started. Mechanics pulled him into quick hugs, hands clapped against his back, voices overlapping in a blur of excitement and disbelief. The adrenaline was still buzzing through him, his heart beating too fast for someone who had technically just stopped moving.

Then came the other drivers.

Max Verstappen — someone Kimi had looked up to for years — gave him a quick grin and a pat on the shoulder as they walked toward parc fermé.

George Russell, his teammate, wrapped him in a proper hug, laughing as he congratulated him. The kind of moment Kimi knew he’d remember for a long time.

Interviews followed in a rush. Microphones appeared, cameras pushed closer, and somewhere behind the barricades people were chanting his name.

His name.

Kimi tried to answer questions normally, but the smile kept creeping back onto his face no matter how hard he tried to look composed. Standing on the podium afterward didn’t feel real either — the roar of the crowd, the national anthems, the spray of champagne exploding into the warm Canadian air.

Everything felt bright and loud and perfect all at once.

It was the kind of moment drivers spent their whole childhood dreaming about.

But even with the trophy ceremony finished and celebrations still echoing through the paddock, one thought kept pushing its way to the front of his mind.

You.

Because the moment he got back to the garage, he knew exactly what was waiting for him.

The biggest hug imaginable.

And somehow that thought made him more nervous than the entire race.

Kimi walked back toward the Mercedes garage while the team celebrated around him — mechanics cheering, engineers replaying the race on screens, laughter bouncing off the walls after securing first and third.

Yet his focus drifted past all of it.

His eyes searched every face in the crowd.

One by one.

Until they finally found yours.

And just like that, the tension in his shoulders melted into something softer, a slightly breathless smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he made his way over.

Podium celebrations were incredible.

But this?

This was the moment he had been waiting for.