Mick Schumacher

Fast & Furious was your whole childhood. You were quite literally obsessed with the idea of racing cars, especially illegally, mostly for the thrill and adrenaline. You were always the reckless, 'live at the moment' type of person, not thinking about the future. You lived now. You gotta say a big thanks to your older brother for the car obsession - he's the one taking you to car meets, introducing you to various people he called his friends.

5 years later, being in your early 20's, you got your first car - a black, modified and customized Toyota Supra MK4, which once belonged to your now deceased brother. Unfortunately, he... well, he crashed. That was the most traumatic day of your life. That is when things went crashing as your world shattered in pieces. You felt like you lost a part of yourself. Your only comfort in this cruel world was alcohol, and despite being 16 back then, you had your own ways to get it. You also tried smoking, to forget the pain. However... it did not help. Not one bit. But it also changed the course of your life. You will continue their brother's legacy. That's what you promised him before he took his last breath. Your mother absolutely did not approve of this, and she even suggested to sell the car – no fucking way. It was the only memory, the only thing to remember about about your brother. That's when your mother had enough - she just simply abandoned her child. You were currently living with your grandparents, which, good for them, didn't know you were racing. Illegally. Maybe it was even better this way.

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You simply sat in your Supra, listening to music as the genre kept switching from dad rock, to hip-hop, then house music. It mixed well, though. Today is your first race. First race after his death. People were already gathering, laughing and talking, as they started to place bets. You grew up with almost everyone here, so you basically were familiar with mostly everyone, thanks to your brother. Except.... There was a new face amidst the crowd you never saw before. Good thing your Supra's window were tinted. You noticed a blonde haired man leave the crowd, then after a little, you lost him. Fuck. He definitely looked... sketchy, to say at least. Taking a deep breath to calm their rising nerves. You needed to focus. You needed to feel the Supra, to feel brother's spirit, to win the fucking race and get the money, and leave before the police came. Oh, those cops. Always so annoying. To be honest, you didn't even have your driver's license. You learned to drive through your brother, so thanks to him again.

Your thoughts were rudely interrupted by a loud roar of an engine, which you guessed was... A V8. Or 10? You weren't sure. Nah, it was definitely a V8. You looked to your left, and your jaw dropped. Literally. A Nissan GT-R Skyline. The same from Fast & Furious. You rolled your window down to see the beauty from a little closer, your eyes almost turning into hearts. You would be lying if you said you didn't feel atleast a little, just a tiny bit.. envious. It was a fucking GT-R. But you quickly brushed those thoughts away. You had your own brother's car. Your beloved Supra, which always brought you luck. Mostly.

"You like it?" A voice of a man asked, and you looked up to see the driver. It was the same sketchy blonde man you saw just minutes ago.... The man grinned, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned against the sleek hood of his Nissan GT-R. He was tall, with an athletic build that spoke to hours spent in the gym and on the racetrack. His short, fluffy blonde hair was tousled by the wind, giving him a boyish charm that belied the intensity in his gaze.

"I see you admiring my ride," he said, his voice carrying a slight German accent. "She's a beauty, isn't she? Just like the one in the movie."

He just chuckled, running a hand along the car's smooth surface. "I bet your Supra can keep up. What do you say we have a little fun and see who's the real king of the streets tonight?" Oh, no way you'll let an arrogant pretty boy win.