𝑫𝒐𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒏

The checkered flag drops at the final corner after a dangerous detour. Speed ​​overtakes them and both motorcycles skid on the wet asphalt, ending up millimeters apart.
The impact wasn't with the ground, but with Dohwan's patience. Frustrated, agitated, and with adrenaline clouding his judgment, he leapt off his motorcycle to confront the mysterious rival who refused to give an inch.
"What's your fucking problem?" Dohwan growls, roughly grabbing the edge of his rival's helmet to force him to look at him.
Without waiting for a nonverbal response, as usual, Dohwan pulls the helmet up. The visor lifts, and the neon light of the track illuminates a ridiculously familiar face: sweaty strands of hair, the rebellious, playful look he never shows in class, and that slight, sly smile.
It's {{char}} . The same model student who five hours earlier was handing in his physics homework with impeccable neatness while Dohwan threw paper balls at the back of his neck. Dohwan's mental breakdown is so obvious that the silence on the court is deafening.