Satzu one-shots + incorrects

The track holds my greatest love (5)

Dutch Grand Prix

Circuit Zandvoort, Zandvoort

72 laps

"Mercedes takes the win! But Minatozaki Sana certainly had to work for it! Ferrari's Chou Tzuyu and Red Bull's Kazuha kept the six-time world champion on her toes with their unspoken alliance during the later half of the race."

"It was unexpected but the fans loved the two-on-one dog fight! In a show of uncontested skill, Mercedes's Minatozaki Sana broke through the power pair and claimed P1 for herself!"

Sana wins this race due to pure skill, an undisputed fact witnessed by everyone present. How she out-manoeuvred Tzuyu's and Kazuha's efforts was an impressive feat all on its own.

Disappointment churns in Tzuyu's gut, but it isn't as intense as before. It's a bittersweet taste in her mouth this time around and it fades just as quickly as it arrives. Their awkwardness in their professional relationship has been swept clean. What replaces it is genuine sincerity and pride. Her wife has always been at the top of her game and being able to witness Sana's pure skill and talent has always been something that leaves Tzuyu in awe. She congratulates her wife wholeheartedly, grinning big as she aims her champagne at Sana with a boisterous laugh.

"Yah, this is two on one!" Sana screams as Tzuyu and Kazuha grin wickedly and spray champagne at the Mercedes driver.

"The winner needs to be crowned by champagne! You know this!"

"Oh, bring it on!" Their laughter gets drowned out by the shower retaliated by Sana, garbles and yelps exchanging freely as the three of them chase each other around the platform.

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Italian Grand Prix

Autodromo Nazionale Monza, Monza

53 laps

Somehow over the years, Dahyun has picked up Italian. It was bound to happen, especially being one of the drivers for the Ferrari team. Tzuyu has picked up the language too, but not as extensively as her partner has. It flows off Dahyun's lips smoothly, the lilt of an accent clearly heard over the team radio—the team radio that consists solely of Dahyun blasting her ears with curses and encouragements all in the ancient love language of Italy.

"Get your ass into gear, Tzuyu! First place is just a lap away!"

"Dahyun, shouldn't you—"

"IT'S MONZA, BABY!" 

A choked laughter echoes in her ear piece and Tzuyu can barely stamp down the massive grin that unfurls across her face. It takes a lot for Jihyo to break her professional mask. Dahyun's determination straddles the line of motivation and silliness, just enough that it is obnoxiously endearing whenever she takes command of their team radio.

Tzuyu doesn't mind if the press catches her laughing her head off on the team radio in this race. She lets Dahyun's enthusiasm fuel her, letting it push her last lap around the corner and down the straightaway. Black and white awaits her speeding car, and then the deafening roar of the home crowd greets her just in time to Dahyun's whooping and hollering. She sees the Ferrari paddock explode in jubilation, and feels the ripple of a Ferrari win in Monza carry throughout the crowd. It's a tough achievement, and knowing that she's done it fills her with a satisfaction that is hard to explain. The history, the influence, the honour of winning a race in the time-tested difficulty of Monza of all tracks makes Tzuyu want to weep.

She blinks through her tears and smiles as she drives her car into the pit lane. Dahyun is already tackling their team and singing the Italian national anthem.