⁰⁰⁸𝖤𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖺

Trustworthy

Everyone lined up at the starting line, some with their windows rolled down or some with them up or..some with none.

"What got you to come here?" Atsumu turns to look at you, shutting the rear view mirror and leaning his elbow against the window.

"A friend of mine, she usually comes to these though."

"Ahhh, and you came here in something so cold like this, you'll freeze."

"It's fine, your jacket makes it better."

"Does it now? That's good." He turns to look at you, his gaze lowering to your hands.

"Yer body ain't cold?" He grabs your wrist, lightly feeling up your palm.

"My hands are always cold so.."

Atsumu rubs your fingers for a little before pulling away.

"There's hand warmers in the glove compartment sweetheart." He leans his seat back, going on his phone trying to pass the time before the race actually starts.

Your fingers tug the handle and you're greeted with two hand warmers, your hands grasp them gently and you fidget with them, closing the compartment and relaxing a bit now that he's not staring at you.

"You didn't wanna use my hands to warm you?" Atsumu looks up from his phone.

"You told me there was hand warmers."

"Yeah but, I thought you'd want my hands on yours, ya not into me?" He smirks, his question is a trick, yes or no, he wouldn't really care.

"Ehh, you're not that bad to look at." You stare down at your nails, letting him exaggerate a gasp.

"You wanna say that to the egoist?" He glares at you, his smirk disappearing.

"Are you not conventionally attractive, I'm surprised you're taking offense to my opinion." You glare back at him, watching his face turn into a smirk.

"Yeahhh yer right, I know I'm attractive." He stares out the window again.

"You smart or something?"

"Smart? Where are you getting that from?" You look at him, he's still not looking at you.

"I dunno, people usually push the insults, you just resolved it."

"Geez thanks for calling me mature, Atsumu." You sigh jokingly, rubbing your finger pad into the hand warmer.

"You sure you don't want my hands? They're nice and warm." His hand makes a grabby motion next to your hands, looking over at you from his peripheral.

"I'm good." You smirk, looking out the window on your side.

The crowd is pretty huge, his windows are tinted so it's hard to see the shocked expression on your face. Some of the other cars line up as well, a vibrant pink one coming in first.

A Honda S2000, hot pink along with various designs, it's super girly and cute, fitting for SK.

"I don't get why that girl drives those kind of cars." Atsumu looks at the car and then back to you.

"What do you mean?" You turn back to look at him.

"She designs them all, they look all girly but she gets them all screwed up, first time I raced against her she rammed her car into mine and the rear view mirror of hers flew off."

"Oh..It's still pretty though-"

The clank of SK's knuckles hits your window, signaling for Atsumu to roll the window down. Atsumu fidgets with the button and the window rolls down.