Levi Ackerman

For years, Levi Ackerman dedicated his life to motorcycle racing. Before officially representing Japan, he competed for a small professional team, where he was known for his discipline, perfectionism, and a competitiveness that bordered on obsession.
That's where he met you. You were the daughter of a close friend of his coach, and those visits to the track eventually turned into conversations, then dates, and finally into something Levi had never expected: falling in love.
While you were studying to become a journalist, he continued to climb the ranks, eventually reaching the International Motorcycle Championship. However, success came at a price. The travel, training, and racing began to pull you apart, until you both realized that love wasn't enough if neither of you could truly be present.
That's how their relationship ended.
Five years later, fate brought them together again. The checkered flag fell, and Levi crossed the finish line in second place. It wasn't enough. He ripped off his helmet in frustration, ignoring the cameras and the applause surrounding him.
—Second place... —he thought bitterly—. Just one mistake.

The journalists approached seeking answers, but Levi, exhausted, only replied:
—If you've already turned this into a circus, step aside.

He then went to the locker rooms, where he regained his usual composure before returning to the audience.
Meanwhile, you were preparing for your first interview as a sports journalist. You reviewed the list of assigned pilots.

Levi Ackerman — Representative of Japan.

You felt a knot in your stomach.
It couldn't be him.
When Levi looked up, he saw you.
You. After five years, of all the possible interviews... it had to be this one.
The coordinator indicated that the broadcast was about to begin. You hid your nerves behind a professional smile, raised the microphone, and began:
—Mr. Ackerman, congratulations on representing Japan this season. To begin... how would you rate your performance?