It's one thing to get to watch Ryousuke race. It only spurs him on nowadays, to watch Fujiwara shrug of that spacey personality like an ill-fitting jacket once he gets behind the wheel and then drive like some kind of spirit of speed and determination. How long has it been again since Fujiwara being ahead of him in any possible way had been an unbearable thought? Couldn't have been that long, logically. All Keisuke knows is that he always wants to look ahead and see Fujiwara already there, waiting for him. Not on the track to becoming a professional racer with this amazing man by his side.īut when he's imagining his journey from here on out, it's Fujiwara he sees there at the finish line. He doesn't know where he'd be without him. It's all true: The part about Fujiwara being one of the best things that ever happened to him, too. Keisuke bites his tongue and looks away before he can get compelled to say that out loud, too.īut it's true. This isn't the first time Keisuke has made that observation, but it's the first time he doesn't immediately try to banish the thought back to the dark corner of his mind it came from. Keisuke squints at him: He's flushed and wide-eyed as if he were just as embarrassed as Keisuke. He should switch to water right in this instance.īefore he could act on that decision, Fujiwara had already slid a glass of water towards him. Under normal circumstances Keisuke would have rolled his eyes and scoffed, but he had thought that almost fondly just now. "Keisuke-san," Fujiwara says, then repeats it for good measure as if he thought Keisuke hadn't heard him the first time, "Keisuke-san, you're drunk." He hoped nobody else had heard that, or he'd never hear the end of it. Why else would he be telling Fujiwara that he was the greatest thing that ever happened to him?ĭear god. Possibly a bit drunk, possibly a bit emotional, possibly just having said something to Fujiwara that would have never ever left his mouth with perhaps, like, one beer less in his system. All of that stood in direct contrast to where he found himself at the moment. Keisuke didn't hold back when there were snide comments to be dished out anywhere.Īnyway. Why would Keisuke be stroking their egos just to make them feel better about themselves? And Ryousuke was the same way, just a bit less in-your-face about it. Look, he just didn't believe in touching people with kid gloves, okay?! If they couldn't handle it, that was their problem. A jerk, too sure, he also got that one a lot. Rude, yeah, he'd heard that often enough. He preferred sarcasm he was a bit callous, he knew that. Honestly, kind words didn't often leave Keisuke's mouth.
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