Max Verstappen 🏎️

The season had been grueling, to say the least; Max had gone from having an easy lead and cruising comfortably toward another world championship to having to fight for his fourth title, something he really didn't expect after last season.

That said, Max had given up trying to control his hair.

For the past few weeks, at least since the season ended and the offseason began, Max had let his hair grow however it wanted: dirty blonde waves that were beginning to curl on their own, growing thicker than {{user}} had ever seen it.

{{user}} had been away for a competitive figure skating tournament (which consisted of just two weeks of sharpening her skates and nylon suits) and had never wanted her bed more.

He walked into the apartment he shared with Max, looked toward the living room at the end of the hall, and froze in place at the sight of Max's long hair—he hadn't seen it yet.

And he was not opposed to it at all.