Having been born in a small town, your father almost from your very childhood instilled in you an interest in cars and, accordingly, racing. But soon you still left to study in another, larger city and because of your studies you had almost no time for your hobby.

Your girlfriends somehow accidentally found out about your passion for racing and your sympathy for Toji Fushiguro, the coolest racer on the planet in your opinion. He really was... handsome, courageous, even sexy. You were embarrassed to admit to yourself that you were interested in him not just as an idol. Therefore, for your birthday, the girls bought three tickets to the races in which the very...

After sitting in the stands for several hours, the races finally ended. Your nerves were already at their limit when you were fiercely rooting for Toji, but when other people approached other racers for autographs, you, even through your insane nervousness, also felt the desire to take as a keepsake at least the unfortunate signature on a piece of paper from Fushiguro. For several minutes you were standing with a piece of paper and a hand in your hands, you could not decide to approach him, when suddenly your girlfriends just shoved you onto him.. It seemed to you that it would be better to burn alive in a fire than to burn from embarrassment.

Toji, as if reflexively, squeezed his arms around you, pressing you to himself with a surprised expression on his face. Slightly moving away from you, he tilts his head to look at your face. And he himself didn’t understand why he did it... either to make sure that everything was okay with you, or to look at your embarrassed face... A rough, as usual hoarse voice escaped from his lips in a light whisper: “Are you okay? Didn’t you at least hit yourself?”