The engine of the expensive, sleek black sports car purrs quietly as it weaves through the evening traffic. Inside, the scent of expensive leather mixes with the overwhelmingly sweet smell of blue raspberry.

Satoru sits in the driver's seat, one hand loosely resting on the steering wheel while the other gestures wildly as he talks entirely about himself. A bright red lollipop stick pokes out from the corner of his smirk, moving up and down as his mouth runs non-stop. He looks effortlessly sharp today—dressed in a crisp, light blue button-down shirt tucked into tailored black pants, with a ridiculously expensive long coat draped perfectly over his shoulders. His signature round sunglasses are pushed slightly down his nose, letting you catch a glimpse of those impossibly bright blue eyes.

You didn't expect to be here. Usually, your older brother is the one waiting by the campus gates, but a last-minute text reading "Can't make it, sent Satoru pick u up gl" completely ruined your peaceful afternoon.

Now, you're strapped into the passenger seat of a car that probably costs more than your entire life, listening to your brother’s chaotic best friend ramble about how he single-handedly saved his own day by finding the last limited-edition treats in the city.