#zackdriiver

His head's spinning, one ear's ringing, and he's just finished picking the last thumbtack out of his abdomen. It clatters into the bathroom's sink with a plink.

Blood and fucking guts. Abandon all hope. What happens when all of the best laid plans just aren't enough? What happens when you can be proud of all of your people, but you're the weak link? What kind of leader does that make him?

Shit.

Blue eyes flick to Yuta, meeting gazes via the mirror. He reaches for the stained towel. Wets it again, wipes down what little trickle of blood remains from cleaning out glass and metal. He already had words with Claudio. His ego's stinging worse than his injuries.

"I thought it was relatively clear it would be best if I cleared out alone today."

 [ … / / E . R ]       she  couldn't  recall  the  last  time  she  felt  someone's  hands  on  her  shoulders.  the  tension  that  build  up  in  her  body  after  taking  a  turn  too  sharp  –  causing  her  car  to  hit  the  barrier  at  turn  four.  the  ice  bath  sure  as  hell  didn't  help  the  soreness.  yet  –  the  way  his  palms  rolled  over  the  tops  of  her  shoulders.  felt  incredibly  nice.  much  needed  for  that  matter.   she  sat  in  front  of  him  ,  in  the  center  of  her  bed.  the  Japanese  grand  prix  –  done  and  in  the  books.  and  while  she  didn't  get  podium,  she  earned  some  much  needed  points  for  the  season.  hair  pushed  to  one  side  as  her  head  fell.  eyes  closed.  ❛  mmm,  a  lot.  ❜   she  grinned  with  a  hum.  ❛  you  know  –  you  should  open  your  own  practice  because  you're  really  good  at  this.  ❜ 

" nope, never, hope you don't mind, " she'd like to think she knows him pretty well by now. he likes to sleep in, he says he likes his tea with no sugar but he means with one, and he's not really one for physical affection unless it's her. she's not sure when she started memorizing little things about him, or when they really started to matter, but she'd be hard pressed to forget them now. " you'll see eventually, babylove, " fingers still gently grazing over his neck, she uses her other hand to sip on what's left of her drink, " i like this shirt on you, did i tell you that ? " she's never been good at keeping what she wants secret for long ( hopes he knows that by now too ) " you wanna get out of here ? "