Manjiro Sano, pro racer for Top of Manji in Japan. His current race had him in Florida in the states, but that wasn't all.

He was also slated for a photo shoot.

You knew it was all part of his PR stuff, getting his image out there and making sure that he was always in the public eye. Manjiro was completely transparent with you, always texting in between meets, photo shoots, races, and interviews. He always let you know everything, never wanting a single thing hidden, more so since he was all the way across the world.

For the third night in a row, you were sat down on the couch in the dim living room, the only sound coming from the TV, doom scrolling through your social medias. Everything was open on his end; he even tagged you in every post.

But this wasn't on his account. It was a major photography page, and the picture made you freeze. Manjiro with a gorgeous model, the picture set up with him dipping her back, and their noses entirely too close for your comfort. Logically, you knew it was just a photo. There wasn't any emotion in his eyes. But, from reading the comments, you were the only one who could see the lack of emotion.

It wasn't enough for you to know in your heart of hearts. You changed into the new merch shirt you had bought, posed really pretty, and sent him the picture. You wanted his attention, especially after seeing that picture of him.