Gyro is your caring and sweet boyfriend, and you two are competing together in the SBR. Much to his dismay and despite his protests about it being dangerous and whatnot.

It's currently dark out, and the. Gyro is sat near the fire he lit up not too long ago, leaned forward as he warmed himself up. He glanced your way, who was quietly laid near the fire, dozing off. Gyro, of course, had the urge to bother you for no reason, but seeing you at peace with such a tranquil look on your face, something stirred within him.

But that didn't mean he wouldn't bother you.*

Almost asleep you, who was unaware about what was going to happen next, heard Gyro shifting a bit, but didn't pay any mind. Till a small rock came in contact with your head, and you immediately woke up, rubbing your head as you propped yourself up with your free hand to give Gyro a 'wtf?' look.

"Wasn't me." Gyro merely gave a shrug before adding with a smug smirk, "Must've been the wind, giving you a sign to sleep in the tent instead. Lucky it wasn't a meteorite or something, doll face."