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rookie f1 racer satoru gojo decides the best way to kick off race weekend is going to a coffee shop
a/n: hi friends ! here is the first one shot for my f1 racer!gojo au :3 i am so beyond excited to start these, they wonât be a cohesive series & can be read alone! i will make an au masterlist though :] please enjoy and let me know what yall think !! if thereâs any ideas or requests yall have for this series send them in !! reblogs very appreciated <3 ok that is all bye bye ! <3 also both gojo and reader are early 20s since i have him in his rookie season
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LIGHTS OUT & AWAY WE GO !
thereâs not many people out during usual work hours, kids are in school, adults are at work, and the world is a little quieter. itâs something satoru had grown to love. between all the cameras reporters, he just wanted some peace, and no one knew peace quite like coffee shops.
satoru sauntered into the building, it was unassuming enough, a few people scattered throughout the establishment, all too engrossed in their own work to look up. he doubted heâd get recognized by anyone in here.
he orders and gets his drink and pastry fairly quickly, sitting by the window and watching the world pass by him. life seemed to move in slow motion, the leisurely paces of someone walking their dog making him relax a bit.
âhey! is it cool if i use this outlet?â the voice makes him jump a bit, turning around to face whoever it was speaking.
you smile softly at him, hoping he would be kind enough to just let you charge your laptop. you figured heâd be attractive, his hairâs an eye catching bright white color, contrasting to the black shirt and sunglasses he had on. you caught a glimpse of his blue eyes as he looks at you, nodding before clearing his throat.
âyeah go ahead,â he returns the smile, motioning for you to plug in your charger.
âIâll just leave it here to charge, i donât wanna botherâ you state, quickly plugging in your laptop before moving to walk away.
âyou can sit if you wanna, itâs no problemâ he rushes out quickly, hoping it was enough to make you stay. his breath caught in his throat as you turned to look at him.
âare you sure?â he nods quickly, âyeah no worries! Iâm not doing much of anything right now,â he grins, regaining his composure and taking a sip of his drink.
itâs quiet between the two of you before you speak up, âyou like Mercedes?â satoru feels his blood go cold, looking at you with a confused expression. you gesture to his shirt, âyouâve got their merch onâ you laugh.
âoh! yeah theyâre pretty cool,â he nods, watching as you smile and nod, focusing on your screen again.
âi didnât know they had merch like that,â you admit, âmaybe itâs just âcause im not super into cars.â satoru feels relief wash over him, his shoulders subtly relaxing before heâs looking at you again.
âitâs their f1 team merchâ he says, âi work for them, actually.â his hearts beating a bit faster as you make eye contact with him, looking up from your laptop.
âoh? thatâs so cool! youâre a mechanic or-?â your head cocks a bit to the side, smiling when the man across from you breaks into a wide grin.
satoru debates going along with your idea, but he canât bring himself to lie to you, not when youâre eyes are shining at him.
âi actually race for them, im a driverâ he corrects you gently, your eyes widen a bit and you cover your mouth as it opens.
âoh my god Iâm so sorry! i donât know a thing about formula oneâ you laugh nervously, âi knew there was something going on with all the extra fuss in the city but i had no idea what.â
he smiles at you and waves off your apology, âdonât worry! it was nice having someone to talk to thatâs not yelling at me to sign somethingâ he cringes a bit at the way the words rolled off his tongue, but you still smile at him, going back to working on whatever was it was you were doing on your laptop.
âone of my friends is actually getting into f1 i think, is there someone named,â you trail off as you think of the other mans name, âi think itâs Charlie? charles? one of those twoâ you laugh nervously, satoruâs ears perk up at the name.
âcharles leclerc?â He asks, your eyes light up, âyeah that one! heâs a racer right?â satoru nods at you.
âyeah he races for ferrari,â you nod along to his words, realizing you hadnât caught his name yet.
âwhat was your name, just so i know who to root for when people ask my favorite driverâ you grin, a twinkle in your eye that makes his stomach flip.
âIâm satoru, satoru gojoâ he reaches his hand across the table for you to shake, you canât stop the soft chuckle that leaves your lips as your hands connect, a firm shake against his much larger, warmer and calloused hands.
a comfortable silence falls between the two of you as satoru finishes his drink off and you continue to focus on your laptop. satoru canât help but continue to look your way, thinking you were absolutely breathtaking.
you on the other hand, had your heart beating against your rib cage as you pulled up your messaging app on your laptop and quickly texted your best friend.
I HAD TO PLUG IN MY CHARGER BUT THE ONLY OUTLET WAS NEXT TO THIS SUPER HOT GUY AND I ENDED UP SITTING IN THE BOOTH W HIM AND WERE TALKING AND HES AN F1 DRIVER ???? DID I MENTION HES HOT AS FUCK??
you wait a couple minutes, your friend has yet to reply as your leg bounced under the table.
âwhat are you working on? if i may askâ the question makes you immediately close your messages and go back to your google document, looking blankly at the paper in front of you.
âitâs some busy work for a class im in, required by the universityâ you shrug, âwas getting through it pretty quickly until my laptop died on meâ the snowy haired man smiled at you, laughing softly as he pulls his phone out.
satoru scrolls aimlessly on his socials, nothing seemed as interesting as you did, sitting practically across from him engrossed in your work. the two of you made easy conversation for the next hour or so, not realizing how much time had passed since youd sat down.
youâd tried to get up and leave after you turned in your assignment and laptop was charged, giving him privacy you imagined he yearned for. but satoru was quick to tell you to stay, âyou donât have to go! itâs nice talking to youâ he says, âlike a breath of fresh air.â
and so you sit back down, the two of you falling into place as if you were old friends, people whoâd known each other in years past and were catching up. you didnât ask about his job or his career, asking about him and what his favorite color was, his favorite season and if he actually liked his coffee as sweet as it has smelled.
you kept reminding yourself this was gonna be a one off thing, heâd leave and youâd part ways, never talking again as you inevitably turned on an f1 race, seeing the pretty man on your tv screen and imagining what couldâve been if you were a bit braver.
it had been nearly three hours since youâd sat at his booth when his phone starts buzzing, quickly answering the call from his manager. his small smile turns to a faint pout as they tell him to head to the paddock for free practice in a couple hours, sighing and telling them heâd be on his way shortly.
you feel disappointed as you hear the words, not wanting the bubble you were in to burst, wanting to stay seated across from the attractive man for as long as you could.
âIâm gonna head out, have to go workâ he jokes, his smile widens when you laugh, âi hope you pass your exam thursday,â heâs doing everything in his power to linger around, trying to figure out a way to spend more time with you.
you laugh softly and nod your head, âitâs open note so hopefully itâs not too bad, but good luck at your race! Iâm sure youâll do great.â
satoruâs bright blue eyes light up at your words, you could almost see the lightbulb forming atop his head, making you furrow your brows slightly in confusion.
âwhy donât you come? to the race this weekend? are you busy?â the words tumble out his mouth in an unorganized jumble of excitement, heâs beaming at you with his bangs in his eyes, sunglasses barely balancing on the tip of his nose.
âoh i couldnât, those tickets must be so expensive and i donât wanna bother-â satoru is cutting you off with furrowed brows and a bewildered expression his face.
âyou think Iâd make you pay? donât be silly,â he grins, âIâll get you some good seats and maybe we can meet up after the race?â he can hear his heart beating in his ears. was he being insane? a little bit. did he care? not at all.
you bite your lip for a second, itâs not like you had an insane amount of work, plus the most attractive man youâd ever laid eyes on was asking you out to some crazy sporting event youâd only heard of in passing.
âokay yeah, i think i could squeeze it in my scheduleâ you grin, watching as the man across from you smile at you. heâs quick to ask for your information, immediately sending it off to whoever it was needed it and was informing you of all you needed to know.
âI told them to give you an extra ticket so you can bring a friend so youâre not too lonely waiting for meâ the words make your face and ears heat up, trying to remain composed in front of him.
âwell i guess Iâll see you sunday then?â the words make your stomach flip, wondering how heâd look like with his gear on.
âsee you sundayâ he smiles at you, waving goodbye as his phone buzzes for a second time, hurrying out of the coffee shop with his whole body buzzing from excitement.
you donât fully process the entire interaction until youâre sitting in your apartment, phone lighting up from a new email.
Mercedes F1 team PR
Good afternoon! We are elated to send you two tickets to invite you to this weekends Grand Prix race! Below you will find all the informationâŠ
you open it quickly, reading the entire thing twice before youâre rolling onto your back and giggling uncontrollably, giddy beyond belief to see satoru again. your fingers itch to look him up, deciding against it and locking your phone as you try to continue on with your day.
sunday arrives quicker than you thought it would, your friend following you into the circuit as you try to figure out where to go next, looking around helplessly as you look down at your phone and at the map provided.
âare we supposed to go down there?â your friend points, both of you staring at each other blankly. the two of you wait for a second before looking around once more, taking a leap of faith and walking with confidence where you think you had to be.
your friend is much braver than you are, flagging down someone in a staff shirt and showing them the ticket, theyâre quick to lead the two of you in the opposite direction, making you and your friend hold back laughter until youâre finally seated.
satoru was anxiously looking around, he wasnât exactly sure where they had seated you, but heâd requested you be close to the garage, wanting to say hello before the race.
âyouâre a lot more antsy than usualâ the deep voice makes him look away from his phone. nanami kento, right hand man to Toto Wolff and next in line to take over the team principal position.
âIâve got an important guest Iâve gotta impressâ satoru replies quickly, putting his phone away and walking towards kento, âIâm gonna rack in some points todayâ he winks, making the blonde roll his eyes.
soon enough satoru is seated in the car and on the grid, mind completely focused on the race ahead, taking deep breaths as the red lights appear.
you couldnât help but watch some race clips last night, figuring you should know some basics and not show up completely clueless. the videos, however, didnât prepare you for how fast the cars truly were, engines sending vibrations to your chest and stands shaking as they raced by.
âand gojo overtakes hamilton! the rookie had a terrible qualifying yesterday, but seems as though heâs back in the game todayâ the announcers words blare through the speakers, chest blooming with pride as they talked up satoru.
youâre focused on the primarily black car, watching as he zooms past the stands at unbelievable speeds. your heart racing as he passes other drivers, cheering when he successfully overtook them.
satoru continues to climb up the ranks, cinching a position on podium; second place, sandwiched between verstappen and leclerc. heâs hopping out of the car and celebrating with his team, squeezing kento a bit tighter than the rest. his blue eyes are focused on the crowd as he waits his turn for the post race interview, trying to catch sight of you, mind racing as he wonders if you even came.
he smiles at charles as he passes him, walking up to the interviewer and answering the questions with generic answers âIâm beyond excited for the rest of the seasonâ and âIâm looking forward to the day i win my first Grand Prixâ along with thanking his support system and team before kindly thanking the interviewer and heading to the winners room before the podium ceremony.
satoruâs messy hair is covered by the Mercedes hat, taking it off and ruffling it a bit, sighing when he scans the crowd one last time and doesnât make you out, turning around and closing the door behind him.
you only make it to the floor area moments after charles walks out, slightly out of breath as they call out satoruâs name.
the snowy haired racer is waving to the crowd, a semblance of a smile on his face as he stands on the podium, eyes still searching the crowd in one last feeble attempt to spot you.
satoru feels his heart skip a beat and face turn even redder as he locks eyes with you, a much more genuine smile on his face when he gives you a little wave.
youâre heart races as you make eye contact with the driver, adoring the way his cheeks flushed and skin looked honey like under the rays of the sunset. you smile and clap as he raises the trophy, pointing directly at the trophy then at you.
this oneâs for you
maybe youâre a hopeless romantic, or maybe heâs just too hot and charming to not fall for, but you feel your heart giving in and walls crumbling as he shakes the large champagne bottle, dousing the other two until all three of them were dripping with champagne.
satoru finds you in the garage after 20 minutes, thanking his manager a hundred times over before walking up to you. his race suit only on from the waist down, black fireproof sticking to his body perfectly and snowy white hair tousled and wet from a mixture of champagne and sweat.
âyou cameâ he says, making you nod and smile at him sweetly.
âwhy wouldnât i? my favorite driver invited meâ you reply.
satoru rolls his eyes and snickers, âim the only driver you know,â he watched you grin up at him sheepishly, âstill youâre my favorite!â
âyou did really good out there by the wayâ the words make him smile wider, biting his lip softly.
âyeah?â he asks, you nod your head, far too nervous to trust your voice as he looks at you, head too scrambled to figure out the emotion painted on his face as he looks at you. âgood enough that youâd consider going on a date with me?â
it seems like itâs just the two of you in the busy garage as you smile up at him, tilting your head as you nod, âyeah Iâd consider it.â
you think he looks almost angelic under the fluorescent lights in the garage, his white hair looks like a halo as you look up at him, pretty blue eyes a stark contrast against his fair skin and black uniform.
satoru thinks you look unbelievable, hair falling perfectly and voice sweet as honey as you talk to him, a saccharine smile on your lips just for him, the thought makes his knees buckle and brain stutter. he doesnât care how whipped he looks as he takes you in, relishing in the moment before he speaks up.
âIâll be off the clock next time,â he jokes, loving the way your giggles sounded. it feels like a relief off his shoulders, grinning widely as the two of you continued to talk.
âIâve gotta get out of this uniform, but Iâll text you?â he looks down, biting his bottom lip as he fights a smile before looking back up at you, hoping youâd get the hint and give him your number.
you smile at him and tilt your head, âis that your way of asking for my number?â satoru blushes, smiling at you shyly and nodding his head, you canât help but giggle as you grab a piece of paper and pen from the table besides you, scribbling your number and a smiley face. âhere, donât lose it.â
satoru grins, âi donât lose.â
the sky is dark by the time you exit the garage, biting your lip and fighting back a smile as you meet up with your friend, finally heading home for the night. gushing about the interaction, reliving every moment and squealing at the memories.
when was the last time youâd felt this way? when was the last time youâd let your guard down so quickly for someone?
it was strange. the way your heart leapt when you saw him, the way your face flushed when he spoke to you and the way you felt so comfortable with him.
âmaybe heâs your soulmateâ you friend wiggled their brows at you, teasing you as you roll your eyes.
âor heâs putting up a front and heâs like every other guyâ you shoot back, biting your lip. he felt, different. genuine.
âyou donât have to be so pessimistic! you never know he could be the man you spend your life withâ they shrug their shoulders, smiling when you fall silent and hum.
youâre showered and in bed when your phone vibrates, a new text message from an unknown number.
satoru had spent an hour drafting the text, deleting it and typing it out again, removing and adding emojis until he forgot what he was even trying to say, starting over and groaning. when was the last time he was this nervous to text someone?
he canât recall ever wanting to spend more time with someone the way he does with you. the though of love at first sight crosses his mind, making his face burn and dimples pop as he smiles.
hi itâs satoru ! thanks for coming to the race tonight , i hope i can see you again :)
his heart pounds against his chest as the three little dots appear on his screen, holding his breath when they disappear and reappear time and time again.
you continued to delete your text, trying to figure out how to word your text before finally biting the bullet and pressing send, heart racing as it says delivered, then read within the minute.
thanks for inviting me ! it was a lot of fun,, Iâd love to see you again also :3
satoru squealed at the text, biting his lip before replying back, giggling at your every text and replying as fast as he could. the two of you texting back and forth until your eyes were too heavy to keep open, wishing him a goodnight. satoru was already pinching himself to stay awake, somewhat thankful you were also tired as he wished you goodnight, setting his phone down and falling asleep moment later, the faintest of smiles painted on his lips.
you grinned as you locked your phone, setting it down and biting your lip before squealing into your pillow. he wanted to see you again. you didnât fight off the smile on your lips as your eyes fluttered shut, slowly falling asleep, then all at once, dreams filled with blue eyes and white hair and expensive, fast cars.
thereâs no better place to find a lover than at a coffee shop on race weekend.
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