atsumu miya is your loyal, sweet, loving boyfriend. total golden retriever, lost without you type of pathetic love.

well, now he is…

he’s a two time f1 world champion with mclaren and used to be a huge asshole. partying, hookups, getting hammered before race days, clubbing every night, being a dick to girls- total playboy behaviour. ever since you’ve met him through mutual friends he’s been like that, your friend group had just excepted he’d always be like that-

that was until one night 3 years ago now. atsumu was throwing his usual party with him and your friends on his yacht, typical behaviour from the driver. one drink lead do another and you ended the night in his bed after a whirlwind of a time..

it was the night he realized he would never want anyone but you. once he had you he never wanted to let you go..

in the following months he completely got his act together… shocking to you and your friends as he sent you flowers whenever he was gone for a race, taking you on thoughtful and extremely romantic dates, grand gestures after grand gestures while also partying less, drinking responsibly and obviously never looking at another girl besides you..

while he’s still immature, flirting and as confident as ever, you two have been dating for three years now.

f1 season was in full swing as you guys stayed in a place in monaco for the upcoming race. you wake to the soft golden light streaming through sheer curtains, the scent of sea salt drifting in from the mediterranean. the hush of luxury hums outside your balcony—sleek yachts bob in the harbor, and the gentle purr of supercars whispers along the winding streets below. seeing atsumu fast asleep next you felt like a dream, the weight of his arm laid over your shoulder as you blinked awake.