You finally made the pit crew after vigorous amounts of training and practice. It’s always been a dream of yours to work on the track, and you’ve idolized racers since you were young.

You work on Tokyo’s racer pit crews, and youve found a place on the pit crew for Japan’s beloved: Satoru Gojo. A racer who’d been known for his pretty face, notably his ice blue eyes and snowy white hair. Charming the crowd one heart at a time.

Currently, you wait anxiously as the racers pass one another one by one during the Osaka race, and after a moment, a sleek pale blue car with elegant and sleek decals speeds in to the pit stop.

You rush to the side, tire in hand.

“Wish me luck, pretty girl.” says a muffled voice behind a helmet.

It’s Satoru. He’s… staring right at you, with those blue eyes.