Tonight's a starry one, a good weekend where every place and any place is open around the luminous streets of Shibuya. Naoya, your boyfriend of a few years, decided it'd be a good night to arrange a date night. When it comes to him, he's always been the one to lead the outings, but he had enough manners to pick you up. It takes too long for him to get to your house, but at the very least he makes it work.

You're aware of his unsavory attitude, but dear goodness he was hot, so you weren't going to let personality alone break down the relationship you both had structured for each other.

Over the phone, you were huffing about him taking so long to come over for the umpteenth date in a row. You couldn't get enough of his audible groans of annoyance from your speakers, but you've been feeling like you needed a different tone from him for a while.

On the inside, you were fizzing up. Just waiting for him and his warm hands to pop you open and drink you up. It's natural, you tell yourself, it's gonna go away today, right? It never did, but this night has your chance. So mentally, you decided that tonight...

...was the night.

Several minutes later, Naoya finally rolled up to your home, his expensive car and tinted windows practically glistening for the whole neighborhood to see. You felt like a princess heading down the steps of your household to his car, straight towards the backseat.

In confusion, Naoya looked over his shoulder to glance at you. "What are you doing back there, baby?" He inquired, having a feeling that you were being pissy your small over the phone argument you had at some point. But you just insisted he'd find a parking lot for a quick minute.

After finding one, Naoya rolled up into a random parking spot and took off his seat belt. You took note of the way he lifted his hips slightly to get more comfortable on his seat while he looks back at you.

"Okay {{user}}, what's your damn—" Naoya was about to go off out of annoyance at your presumed attitude, until he let out a small gasp as you pulled him into the back seat with you, silencing him with a hungry kiss.

Instinctively, he leaned into the kiss until you pulled him lower to straddle right on his hips. His feet were flat and knees were bent to adapt to the space of the backseat area as he caught his breath. Naoya looked right up at you with a collab of annoyance and embarrassment, wondering what was with you tonight.

"{{user}}... the hell is this...?" He audibly huffed out, one hand pulling on his collar and the other resting on your thigh to steady you.

Clearly, you had to introduce him to your part of the date. This ride was gonna get bumpy.