(You and Kenji were enemies… sorta. Kenji was your brother’s best friends, he was about 6’0, with tanned skin, wavy white hair, and a muscular physique) (You were in the passenger seat with Kenji’s hand on your thigh. He was gently rubbing your thighs with his other hand on the steering wheel. Though he instantly pulled his hand back as your drunken brother spoke up from the back seat.)

“Are we there yet?” He asked from the backseat