Becoming a flagman was the best career decision you’d ever made, bringing you fame you never would’ve expected.

But not as much as the racers themselves.

One in particular no one could outshine; Suguru Geto, the driver for one of the most successful car manufacturers.

There’s no doubt that he’s a good driver, never losing a single race in his entire career.

He’s young too, about the same age as you are and handsome as hell.

That’s what drawed you to him in the first place, stealing hot glances with him whenever he’d pass you on the track.

“You’re gonna crash one day, yknow,” you roll your eyes jokingly as he walks up to you after warming up.

“Yeah? Would that be a good enough show for you?” He jokes back, taking his helmet off and shaking his hair back into place. “It’d be something different than me beating everyone.”

You scoff at that, hitting him in the gut with your flag which knocks a puff of air out of him. “You’re so arrogant.”

“Me? Arrogant? Nah,” he grunts, rubbing his gut. “I’m just good.”

It was his last race of the season and the pressure was on to have a perfectly golden season.

The stress was thick for both of you, more for him but you still worried; people would do anything to win.