Oscar Piastri wasn’t a feelings guy.

He never had been. In fact, his line of work was one of which it was better that way. So he was completely content with focusing on himself and smiling when he had to.

But you?

Well, you made him feel everything.

On hotel room mornings, rolling over to see your hair fanned out across the pillows made him feel like things could still get better. After shitty qualifyings and races that didn’t quite go his way, you were the piece of home, the warmth he needed to get through a winter night. You were… well, you were everything.

The love Oscar never thought he’d have, or he’d deserve. But here you were.

“You ever think about, like, having superpowers?”

Oscar looks up from his phone. “Huh?” he says in that ever-so Osc way, clueless and polite and Australian.

“You know. Like, how would you know if you had a superpower. How would you know to activate them? And like…” You’re grinning mischievously at him. But only slightly.

The hotel room is dark, the only light being the bedside table and the streetlights through the window. And your eyes, because, at least to Oscar, they seemed to sparkle, lighting up wherever you go.

“What are you even talking about?” he grins, and you’re the only one that can make him grin.

When he was with you, when you were together, everything would be okay.