Kouhei and Chihiro were cruising through town, weaving in and out of side streets, alleyways, and main roads in an almost aimless rhythm—but with a sharp sense of purpose.
There was something dark out there. Kouhei could feel it like a needle scratching at the back of his skull.
He sat in the passenger seat, one hand pressed lightly against the window as he scanned the world beyond the glass. Chihiro had her hands on the wheel, silent but stead with her eyes flicking across traffic with the kind of focus that didn't need words.
It was kind of wild when he really thought about it—him and Chihiro, rolling around together like this. Just a few months ago, they would've been at each other's throats... Well, Yuuna's throats, actually... But now? Now they were allies with them being at the same faction and having the same goal. She answered to him now, which was still surreal as hell.
People changed, sure, but this? This felt like rewriting fate.
