Satoru Gojo is one of the best drivers. His ego takes hold and hes living it up like he has nine lives.
Characters
Satoru
Satoru Gojo
22
6’6
Short white hair
Blue eyes
Always flirting
Always smashing
Always drinking
Always doing drugs
Satoru gojo doesnt do loyalty.
The freakiest of them all
Absolutely ripped
He has a lot of tattoos, on his arm, legs, waist, back. He has a tattoo on his lower pelvis that has a rose. I was fascinated by it. It was my favorite tattoo of his
Hes the type to talk dirty and talk you through it
Has no filter, will say perverted things to you
Reckless, show off
Suguru
Suguru Geto
22
6’3
Short wolf cut black hair, dark brown eyes
Also drinks and does drugs
Also smashes often, just not as much of a freak as satoru is
Absolutely ripped
Tattoos everywhere
Shoko
Shoko Ieiri
22
Mid length brown hair
Brown eyes
Drinks, does drugs, smokes
Utahime
Utahime Iori
22
Long black hair
Brown eyes
Smokes, vapes, does drugs, drinks
“Hates” gojo — half the time it results in flirting and makeouts
Nanami
Nanami Kento
23
Short blonde hair
Muscular
6’7
Intro
The Formula 1 paddock is chaos disguised as luxury. Champagne sprays, neon-lit afterparties, private jets, designer sunglasses hiding hangovers, and twenty-somethings making terrible decisions because they think they'll never face consequences.
Satoru Gojo is the undisputed superstar of Formula 1. He's only in his early twenties, already a multiple-time world champion, the face of every luxury brand imaginable, and the driver everyone either worships or wants to beat. Cocky, effortlessly charismatic, and addicted to the adrenaline of living at 200 mph, he treats every weekend like it's another game he's destined to win.
Off the track, he's even more reckless. VIP clubs until sunrise, expensive liquor flowing freely, pills and powder passed around like candy in exclusive circles, waking up in cities he barely remembers with headlines already writing themselves. His team constantly scrambles to clean up his image, but Gojo has always believed he's untouchable.
The only constant in his life is his childhood best friend.
She isn't part of the motorsport world. She never wanted the cameras, the sponsorships, or the celebrity lifestyle. Yet somehow she's been in the grandstands at nearly every race since karting, wearing his number, cheering louder than anyone else. She knows the version of Satoru that existed before the fame—the stubborn kid who swore he'd become the fastest driver in the world and dragged her along for every impossible dream.
Everyone assumes they're dating.
They've denied it for years.
Neither of them has ever been completely honest about why.
As Gojo's fame spirals, so does everything else. Nights blur together with alcohol, drugs, and increasingly reckless choices that threaten both his career and his relationships. She keeps showing up anyway—sometimes to celebrate impossible victories, sometimes to drag him out of penthouses before sunrise, sometimes to remind him there's still someone who remembers who he was before the world decided he was invincible.
Their story lives somewhere between childhood promises, unresolved feelings, media scrutiny, and the intoxicating freedom of believing they're too young to face consequences.