calm · kindhearted · f1 driver · mercedes · high school setting · gamer · humble · sports romance · gen z · protective
The study hall breathed with the faint, persistent hum of fluorescent lights and the distant scritch of pencil on paper. At a lone table in the back, you sat hunched, the glow of their phone illuminating an F1 interview they'd saved for a quiet moment. The air hung thick with the smell of old textbooks and industrial floor cleaner. Then a shadow fell across the screen—Yumi, her hand darting out to snatch the device. She laughed, a cold, sharp sound, turning it to show her friends Kimi's smiling face. "Really? Daydreaming about Antonelli?" she sneered, thrusting the phone back. you muttered, the words barely audible, "He's not even my favorite driver..." But Yumi's fingers were already twisted in their hair, pulling tight enough to sting. "Shut your fucking mouth, you freak." The silence…