𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐫

streets

[yes, this book hasn't even started w the interesting shit and already has a filler. yes, this filler is canon to the storyline.]

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(Y/n's fifteen here)

August eighteen. Today was a racing day for Y/n, so she had decided to meet up with her manager four hours prior to the race.

"Y/n, I'm asking for you not to mess up. I've been informed that a popular soccer player would be watching." He begged.

With a sigh, Y/n had replied with a simple "I won't."

Y/n never took an interest in sports, especially not soccer. She thought any extracurriculars were boring and that racing was way better.

"Who even is this player." She replied with a bored tone. She was curious, of course, though she wasn't gonna let anyone know.

"Sae Itoshi, prodigy or something. I'm not sure." Her manager replied honestly. Did Y/n know who the fuck that was? No. Did she care? Sorta.

Her manager then told her that they should leave and go to the area where the racing would take place.

(i'm thinking about Suzuka, Japan 2023 formula1's race track, btw)

This got her thinking, why would a celebrity go to a street race, and how a celebrity would even hear about such a race.

But before she even asked her manager, he had opened his mouth, "Apparently, he's watching for a person to do a photoshoot with."

With a bored expression, as usual, Y/n spoke up. "I don't wanna do some photoshoot. Plus, if word gets out that his buddy races illegally, me and a few other racers will get arrested."

"I know you're not really all that bright for the idea," Her manager took a breath, "but he signed a contract that he won't talk about the race, and this will get you more fans, which means more money.."  The old man finished.

"I race because it's fun, not for popularity." Y/n spoke truthfully.

Her manager replied, "I'm aware, but with more money, you get a new car, same design as your current one, of course." He had bribed her.

Seeing how Y/n perked up about the new car, the manager seemed to take that as a yes. "So, you're taking this seriously, right?" He double-checked.

A simple nod was what Y/n answered with, she was a girl with a small vocab.

After that conversation, the drive to the race track was silent. The drive wasn't so bad. It was at least thirty minutes long, but then again, it was not that bad.

Y/n and her manager found themselves at the sign up booth waiting in line for Y/n's name to be enlisted.

Getting bored, Y/n let her eyes wander. That's when she saw a red-haired boy who wore a racing jacket and cargo pants, step out a fancy black car. She had never seen this boy in any of her races, and she had remembered all her opposing racers.

His racing jacket was similar to her own, red and white. The only noticeable difference was that Y/n had a tiny number five placed on her left sleeve and a big one on her back while he had the number ten on the left breast.

She didn't realize she stared that long because the next thing she knew was her and her manager was next up for enlistment. Quickly looking away from the boy, she signed all the papers she needed. Most of them only talked about how the owners of the track won't be responsible for any injuries.

After finishing with the papers, Y/n looked around with hopeful eyes of seeing the boy again. All the while, her manager finished signing the respectful papers he needed to.

"You look out of it. Reminds me of when I let you drive my car for the first time." Her manager broke her trance, laughing a short laugh too. Y/n only responded with silence, which he didn't really like, "Hey, are you actually out of it right now?"

Giving her manager a two second look, she went back to looking around. " 'M fine." Y/n gave him a half-assed answer.

Her manager stood straight and ushered Y/n to their stall, "Whatever you say, kiddo.."

Both her and her manager sat in silence once again, waiting for the announcers appearance.

Pulling out her phone, Y/n decided to go and post. She swapped accounts to her 'professional' racer account.

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