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Everything with Haru always happened so fast.
Daisuke was just another wealthy sponsor, at a banquet just like the million he’d been to before, when Haru came hurtling into his life. Haru was beautiful, brazen, bold; he swept Daisuke off of his feet before Daisuke even had a chance to catch his breath.
Champagne flowed like a never ending river, and Daisuke was suddenly careening towards all that was Haru without so much as a life jacket. Haru was quick witted, unbearably charming, whole heartedly earnest; he was so unlike every other racer that was vying for Daisuke’s attention and exorbitant bank account.
Daisuke will never forget the way that he laughed with his whole chest, for what felt like the first time in his life, when he found out that Haru didn’t even know who he was. They woke up tangled in white linen, warm morning light pouring in from the hotel window, Haru wrapped lazily around Daisuke’s body languid and contented. Daisuke offered— demanded, really— to be Haru’s sole and only sponsor, only to be met with a scoff and a joke about not being able to afford it. The shock in Haru’s eyes when Daisuke explained who he was will stay with him for the rest of his life, the way the beautiful blush bloomed across Haru’s angelically shaped cheek bones and bare chest when Daisuke laughed at him as he realized Haru truly hadn’t slept with him for the money.
Haru was fast on the track, but Daisuke was fast to fall in love.
From there, Daisuke followed Haru as they trotted the globe, taking record after record upon race tracks on every continent. A whirlwind romance, gossip rags called them; a love story for the ages, a power couple to end all power couples. Daisuke always felt pride whenever he saw his Haru smiling on the cover of GP Racing , content to know that the world envied Daisuke for more than what he was born into.
Haru seemed to surprise him at every turn; while he was still wondering if he fell too hard, too fast, Haru was already down on one knee, presenting Daisuke with a ring and a promise that Daisuke never dreamed to have in his once lonely life.
A destination wedding, a honeymoon like a dream, a love that held him by the heart and promised to never let go.
Everything with Haru happened fast.
That was why Daisuke had no time to process the disaster until it was happening. He had no time to react until he saw Haru’s supercar wobble on the Jumbotron, had little time to suck in a breath as he watched the front tire of Haru’s vehicle clip the barrier, until time seemed to move in slow motion.
His heart wasn’t beating anymore, he was sure of it. The grandstand held a collective breath as they all watched Haru’s car flip once, twice, three times before landing on its roof in a mangled heap of metal and glass. Daisuke could do nothing more than watch the screen as he heard an explosion in the distance, coupled by flames engulfing the screen as he watched with terror stricken eyes.
He didn’t feel the rain on his skin— he couldn’t see the smoke in the distance, he couldn’t smell the astringent gas as other racers passed in front of him. It wasn’t for several moments that he could hear the screaming of the crowd, and it wasn’t for several moments more that he realized the screaming was coming from him, and the hot tears rolling down his cheeks were his.
Daisuke had the entire world in his hands, and in an instant, his world slipped away.