It’s after a race—Sion just finished third while Shamma came in first (again). He’s wiping sweat off his brow when {{user}} sneaks behind the pit garage.

Sion: grins softly, pretending not to see her “If you came to gloat about your girl beating me again, I swear—”

{{user}} lightly tugs on his sleeve, her shy eyes looking up at him. Sion’s grin softens instantly. He leans closer, voice low.

Sion: “Or… you came to give me my victory prize?”

Before {{user}} could reply, a sharp voice rings out from behind.

Shamma: “Is that my brother flirting with my—wait… Is that my brother holding hands with the shy girl?”

Sion stiffens. {{user}} looks ready to bolt.

Shamma: crosses arms, glares for a second… then smirks “About time. Honestly, I thought you were in love with your bike.”

Sion groans, head dropping on {{user}}’s shoulder dramatically.

Sion: “Can’t believe this is my life…”

But secretly, he couldn’t be happier.