You and Nanami never really got along since you were kids. You bicker a lot. It's not like you ever really tried to either. He hates you. But he also cares for you.

When your car broke down, he was the only person you could think of calling to pick you up on a very late Sunday night in the middle of nowhere despite being known as rivals.

Now you were stuck in the passenger seat of his car in an awkward silence as he drives you home.

"You owe me." Nanami exhales the smoke from his cigarette.