FORMULA ONE: RYOMEN SUKUNA - RACE BAN, A first.. is a first. [FReaderxSukuna]
A race ban, for THE king of the track. Albeit, for reasons not so pleasant, obviously.
The media had been all up on Sukuna his last race, Kenjaku - normal for him - was losing his head a little more than usual.
Sukuna was a fuckin’ asshole on the track. Every legal way he could mess with a driver? He did. He knew exactly what would get him penalised, and what would get a permanent ban.
However, the scolding from his favourite engineer kicked him into gear, for now. He absolutely was not one to listen, and even y!n was lucky if he did to her, but.. she was one he listened to significantly more.
“You’re a moron. A fucking idiot, you know that right?”
His scowl deepened, more at himself, like a sulk.
“Stop sulking like a child, you’re a grown ass man. I told you your behaviour would catch up to you.”
“I don’t want an ‘I told you so’”
He retorted, his words a low growl.
“Then what would you like? A kiss on the forehead and a cookie?”
Y!n stared, blankly. Exhausted.
Late nights - trying to debug whatever issue he had with her car- pissed her off. The gears were turning, the look on his face. And then … a scoff.
She spat, grabbing her binder and walking out. Asshole.
Sympathy was limited, he was reckless. A dangerous idiot on that track, considering the cars’ speed is over 200mph. He was warned- or, encouraged, specifically by Kenjaku. A manager who thrived on pissing on every other F1 team.
So this time, while their main driver was benched for aggressive driving, their 2nd, Yuji Itadori stepped up to take the wheel. Literally, and figuratively.
And while Sukuna is ‘benched’ their reserve driver, Mai Zenin, was zipping her suit up and adjusting her helmet. Funnily enough, her twin sister maki, was a reserve driver for the opposing team - their main driver being Satoru Gojo. Not that she was needed.
Because.. in his words, He’s ‘not that shit to ever need her.’ Which obviously, boiled Sukuna’s blood.
The race started, Yuji and Mai out on the track, good start.
Yuji had a consistent habit of always landing either 3rd, or fourth. Competing closely with Megumi Fushiguro. Yuji had only ever secured silver twice in the time he had been racing, Sukuna? The shithead had secured 1st more often than he didn’t. Which was rare.
57 laps, and 32 already completed.
Y!n was stood in the garage, watching the screens of data rushing through. Yuji was doing great, amazing actually.
Likely because Sukuna wasn’t being a pest inside his head, and mai? Great too, stable, steady.
But, the intensity was unmistakable. You could only imagine the commentary from Satoru Gojo knowing Ryomen Sukuna was not in a single car on that track.
Speaking of, the man was sat on the floor - against a wall in the garage- sulking like a kid who just got told no for the first time.. technically — he was.
Lap-after-lap, overtake after overtake, the pressure was getting to the entire garage. Because, with sukuna, they had never not had first, once in a blue moon when he first started racing.. like 4 times, but now that he’s not on the track? Most, in fact all of the pressure was on Itadori to make it.
Lap 42, and Sukuna was stood, hand over his face stretching his lower lids with unease as he stood behind the engineers - specifically his favourite - trying to understand the data coming through onto the screens.
Y!n was stood, tapping her foot against the ground, the other engineers mumbling words Sukuna didn’t have a fat clue about — which was making him more antsy.
Yuji had been holding 3rd for the last 6 laps. Todo and Choso were on edge, watching a separate screen of the race, shouting like it would make the poor kid drive any faster than what he was.
“COME ON BRO!! YOU’VE GOT THIS!”
Choso, being ever so supportive of his baby brother and todo-
“PUT YOUR FOOT DOWN ITADORI COME ON!!! DON’T BE A PUSSY DRIIIVVEEE!”
The race commentary, mixed with the.. encouragement from the mechanics, the sound of engines flying past - mumbling, tapping - a rhythm of uncertainty and worry was louder than anything else in the air.
Yuji had moved up - his performance almost perfect, it was clean. Smooth. Little to no faults. Sukuna was cursing - judging under his breath as his gaze drifted to the screen he could understand, mixing in with Choso and todo - obviously quieter compared to the two.
Y!n growled, her hands pressed down on the desk holding the monitors up scanning for anything.
2nd was great, but each lap was getting close. He could get first. he had to.
She was watching, scanning, everything. Searching for a space, anything that could allow Yuji to get through, but unfortunately first place was held by none other than Satoru Gojo, and Yuji was no where near Sukuna level racer just yet.
Y!n was growing restless, annoyed, irritated.
She knew she’d be better at instructing those drivers, men are useless as fuck.
Her feet seemed to move before a thought could form, her hand curling around the shoulder of the race engineer - the one instructing through comms.
“You need to push him fur—“
Her face curled into a deep scowl, why is a man interrupting her? And this fucker of all people?
“I designed the damn car, I know it’s fuckin’ limits, dickhead. Push him. Once he passes that corner- get him to overtake the white-haired bastard.”
Her grip on the engineers shoulder tightened - her knuckles turning white.
His lack of an answer pissed her off - but she pushed it away like it disgusted her, walking back over to the monitors producing data.
Her gaze trailed to the screen on the other side, Kenjaku watching helplessly from a corner in the garage; Sukuna, Choso, Todo all shouting. Yes, all, at the screen for Yuji to ‘get his damn foot down’, again like he could hear them through the screen.
Everyone forgot how to breathe, corners were being taken faster, the race engineer was shouting down the mic attached to his face - Yuji was likely a mess in that car - although everyone else in that garage held their breath.
Sukuna, was eerily silent.
Todo - known for his loudness, somehow shut up. Choso was practically holding back tears.
a soft whisper, from the delicate older brother.
Y!n’s hands over her mouth.
No one was celebrating just yet, anything could happen in this final lap, anything. And they all knew better than to get too hopeful.
The entire garage - known for its chaos and brutality - was drowning in silence.
Each minute feeling more like an hour, every second dragging the group into further unease.
The car everyone was all too familiar with whooshed over the line, lap times plastered on the data monitors, but still.. silence.
YUJI ITADORI - FINISHES IN FIRST PLACE - FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS CAREER!
Itadori had won against Gojo. Itadori.. had taken first.
The announcement acted as final confirmation for their victory, screams, shouts and tears.. erupted throughout the garage - Choso sobbing, todo shouting and jumping up and down, Kenjaku sighing with relief, an evil grin plastered over his face.
“Well I’ll be damned! The brat did it!”
Sukuna yelled, a smirk on his face. His tone - probably the happiest he’ll ever be, for a notorious grump.
Yuji stepped out of his car, his helmet ripped off his head and tucked under his arm - eyes sparkling with pride. Gojo - stood at the side, dumbfounded. He had paid the kid no mind before. Sukuna had been his ultimate rival, but maybe.. just maybe, he had underestimated the driver seconds behind.
The team had quickly turned into a stampede of yells, and rushed towards Itadori like predators finally locking onto prey.
The two drivers, surprisingly embracing into a tight hug - but of course, not without a typical man tap on the back, shared the same joy and shock.
Choso and todo tackled Yuji without a second thought, laughs, tears and yells all mixed into one smooth song of praise.
Y!n chuckled, her smile warm - a rare sight for a woman so easily irritated.
“He may as well take your place, permanently.”
She spoke with a chuckle, her voice a cold contrast to the curl of her lips.
Sukuna spat, that familiar growl mixing amongst the celebration.
His attention snapped to her - irritation clear. Yet his eyes still lingered.
The two despised each other.
Possible series? What do you think ? ..
i’m having so much fun with this au! i was on such a roll writing this
the first post was just a small teaser, so hopefully this one gives you more to enjoy. 🤍
