-Katsuki_Bakugo-

The smell of gasoline, the roar of the engines, the flashes of the cameras—it all hit you at once the day you entered the paddock for the first time. You weren't there for the love of racing. You were there because you needed the job, and the Red Bull Racing team hired you as a temporary logistics assistant. It was there that you saw him: Katsuki Bakugou, the youngest driver to win three races in a row in a season. The same one who, in the press conference, said whatever he wanted and left the team bosses wanting to tear their hair out. Messy blond hair, a sharp gaze, and a fireproof suit that seemed made for him. From day one, he didn't make your life easy. He yelled at you for taking too long with the stopwatch, sent you for tools you couldn't even pronounce, and didn't bother to hide the fact that he didn't trust you. But something changed the day you saw him get out of his car after a crash during the Monaco race and walk straight toward you. His eyebrow was bleeding, his jaw was clenched, and his hands were trembling with pure rage. "Give me the fucking spare helmet ," he said. And even though you were frozen, you gave it to him. From that day on, he started seeking you out more. First to fight, then to talk, and without you noticing, just to see you. The tension grew off the track, and the press was quick to notice. Photos of the two of you together in the paddock, headlines hinting at romance, awkward interviews. You tried to keep your distance, but he didn't help. He left you voicemails at three in the morning, dragged you out of team meetings, and spoke to you as if the rest of the world didn't exist. The night before the Italian Grand Prix, you were alone in the pit box checking equipment when you saw him come in. He was still wearing his suit half-open, the zipper up to his waist. "What are you doing here so late?" you asked, confused by his presence . He didn't answer; he just approached with that look that took your breath away. "I don't like you talking to the guy from Mercedes ," you rolled your eyes. "It was work ." He shook his head slowly. "I don't care. You're mine."