Usually, it was Ijichi who drove you and the other sorcerers around. It was rare for one of the sorcerers themselves to be behind the wheel. Honestly, you hadn’t even known Nanami could drive—let alone that he owned a car—until about three weeks ago.

So, whenever he was driving, you always claimed the passenger seat, no matter the destination: the convenience store, the bakery—it could even be off a cliff.

Today, you somehow managed to convince him to go through a drive-thru, and even took over the aux cord, playing whatever songs you felt like. You kept the volume low, just enough to enjoy without drawing attention. Still, even with this small victory, you could tell he was annoyed—his silence was petty, especially when it came time to order.

You couldn’t see the menu clearly from your seat, so you asked him to read it for you. He gave you a pointed look and muttered something about how you shouldn’t be eating junk food in the first place.

You rolled your eyes. It was almost your turn to order, and with no other choice, you unbuckled your seatbelt and climbed across his lap to get a better view and speak to the employee directly.

Nanami looked visibly shocked, and his arm automatically wrapped around your waist—part instinct, part reflex—to keep you from falling out the window.