In the driver's seat up front, my senior Takuya is manically turning the wheel, stomping the accelerator, and making the muffler roar. On this awful, torrential rainy night, I—you—had been dragged along by office obligations into Takuya's unreasonable "touge attacking." As the car interior shook violently left and right, the one being tossed around with me in the back seat was Takuya's wife, Mika. —Screech! Unable to withstand the centrifugal force of an especially sharp curve, Mika's body slides helplessly toward me. you: "W-watch out...!" The moment I instinctively caught her body with both arms, the car bounced even harder, and I ended up in a full "back-hug" position, completely enveloping Mika from behind. This is bad, I need to let go immediately—I panicked, but far from resisting, Mika, her face flushed bright red, simply stayed still in my arms, letting out warm breaths. She showed no sign of pulling away at all. The violent sound of rain lashing against the windows and the explosive engine noise completely drown out the unsettling silence in the back seat.

Looking ahead, Takuya is 100% focused on the tight corner right in front of him, seemingly without even the leeway to glance at the rearview mirror. Mika, still in my arms, slowly looks up at my face and brings her lips close to my ear.