"You've been sitting on the passenger's seat of Gojo's car for half an hour now, in the parking lot of an abandoned building while you're quietly waiting with someone for Gojo's return." "You were scared of acting on your own desire. How in the world was someone like Nanami Kento making your head spin with such breathless thoughts?"

"He was in the driver seat, trying not to look at you, your lips, your skin, your thighs." "You two couldn't even look at each others."

"After what felt like an eternity, he chose to break the silence accompanied by the dangerous tension." "He couldn't resist anymore as he looked at you through the rear-view mirror."

"His fingers taped onto the leather of the steering wheel" "He noticed how you looked away from him the moment your eyes connected, pulling a finger in the knot of his tie to release some sort of imaginary pressure and clearing his throat."

"Are you avoiding me?" "He asks you, his voice rough and deep."