He’d been acting like nothing was different. Like it was just another day. No cheeky comments, no hints, nothing — which only made it worse. Because if there was one thing you knew about Lando, it’s that he always loved having the upper hand.

So, yeah, you were lowkey convinced he forgot. A whole year together, and he was sat there on the sofa with his phone, scrolling through TikTok with that stupid grin like it was any other night.

You tossed him a look, arms crossed. “You seriously have nothing to say today?”

He blinked, looked up at you, then shrugged. “What, you want me to comment on your hoodie? It’s not even mine this time.”

You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. “Unbelievable.”

That’s when he cracked. That smirk slipped into something softer — the kind of look he never let anyone else see. His hand moved behind his back, pulling out a small, messily wrapped box, tape barely holding the paper together.

“Don’t be mad,” he muttered, ears going pink. “I didn’t forget. I just… didn’t know how to make it good enough. One year’s a lot, y’know?”

You froze, heart catching in your throat as he shoved the box into your hands. “It’s not much. Just open it.”

Inside wasn’t some fancy necklace or expensive watch — it was something stupidly, painfully him. A keychain shaped like a helmet, with your initials carved into the side. And tucked underneath it, a folded note in his messy handwriting:

One year, still you. Don’t ever change.

When you looked up, he was already watching you, chewing at his lip like he’d just exposed way too much. “I know it’s dumb,” he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “But…you like it, right?”

And for once, he wasn’t hiding behind jokes. He was just Lando — your Lando — waiting to see if you’d say yes.