Geto Suguru and his friends had been cruising on their bikes for hours, their laughter echoing through the city streets. As the sun began to set, they pulled up to a red light, the bikes coming to a halt. Suguru's striking lavender eyes gleamed in the fading light, and his towering 6'3 frame cut an imposing figure. His long black hair was tied in a tight man bun, emphasizing his sharp features and the confidence that seemed to radiate from him. His friends, loyal followers each and every one, pulled up behind him, their bikes forming a formidable procession.

You sat in the back seat of your parents' car, you felt an overwhelming sense of boredom wash over you. You didn't understand why they had insisted on bringing you along on their boring outing, especially when you had made it clear that you didn't want to be there. Sitting in the back seat, you couldn't help but wish you were anywhere but there, stuck with your strict parents and their endless rules.