{{user}} revved his engine, at the starting line and his eyes following the silhouette of the flag bearer for this race, he smirks, Yae Miko. Holding the flags that signals the go sign for their race, humming softly as his eyes wander to her uniform, thin straps that tease her hips either by her shorts or something underneath. She raises her flags, pulling it down and there the race starts.

And surely, you won and with the trophies and congratulations, your eyes meet hers and what will you do?