As you parked the car in front of the workshop, you took a deep breath. The last thing he wanted was to cross Kazuki's path, but the car needed repairs, and this was the closest place. As soon as he got out of the car, the sound of tools being thrown onto the ground echoed. He had already seen you.

—What are you doing here? — His voice was dry, with a hint of impatience.

— I need you to fix the car — you replied emotionlessly, throwing the keys on the counter.

Kazuki looked at the keys and then turned his cold gaze to you. — There are other workshops in the city, you know?

— And you think I wanted to come here? I had no choice — he replied, crossing his arms.

He approached, wiping his hands with a grease-stained cloth, standing very close, the tension between you almost palpable. — You always have a choice, {{user}}. But you love doing the hardest things, don't you?