𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

(xv) mine

it was tradition for you to attend at least one of kiyoomi's races every year.

there were three races you usually frequented and you attended anywhere between one to all three races.

firstly- the japanese grand prix. despite the fact that kiyoomi didn't race in f1 as japanese, it was still widely considered as a home race for him. your mother had only come to watch him race twice and on this circuit both times.

secondly- the french grand prix. it was a convenient race to attend. because it combined spending time with your brother as well as your dad. you stayed at your dad's house for the weekend. it was kiyoomi's actual home race.

thirdly- the abu dhabi grand prix. it was usually the final race of the season and you'd attended it all the times kiyoomi had won the world championship. it had the most insane after parties, regardless of who won.

this weekend, you were headed to the french grand prix- which you'd attended for five years in a row now.

the family jet was to take you, tori, kita... and both the miya twins.

you had made up the perfect explanation for it to your mom. you said they were headed to the same place and their jet was out for repair so it would be a kind and diplomatic gesture- of course with a touch of superiority complex.

your mother agreed on the condition that you shouldn't be too hospitable. because of course, she had no idea of just how hospitable you'd been to osamu miya.

you watched as the miyas' car approached the airstrip and both of them got out. attendants headed towards it get both of their bags.

"it's nice to see you again, tori-chan", atsumu shook hands with your sister, with a kind of familiarity that you couldn't discern.

"shinsuke calm down", you murmured softly without looking at your bodyguard

"i am calm", he said through gritted teeth, "worry about you"

"sakusa-san", osamu said quietly, nodding at you

"miya-san", you smiled back politely

"after you", he gestured, leading you up the stairs to the jet. this was going to be a long flight.

you'd been working late hours since your mom asked you to start training for the VP job. you were shadowing the current VP anyway, but now he was asking you to manage a hundred things everyday- slowly increasing your responsibilities as time passed.

you would graduate in three more months. you had to be completely prepared. there was no margin for error, now more than ever.

osamu didn't mention it to you, but he was actually getting kind of worried about you. you'd been overworking- and that was coming from someone that already had the job you were training for.

he hadn't properly known you for long enough but it took a lot to rile you up. and lately you'd just been looking drained when you met him. you looked tired everyday, having worked long hours on top of business school work.

he realised that you were held to higher expectations than he was by his dad and boss. hopefully, this trip would be a much needed stress reliever for you too.

except that it wasn't.

you were completing college assignments for the first six hours of the flight since you had a deadline and no time. you were sitting down in the cabin while everyone else sat outside, engaging in polite small talk or sleeping.

osamu had fallen asleep and awake in the time you were working, noticing your absence. he realised that everyone around him (except kita) were asleep too. and so he got up to find you.