“KAEYA, DEER.” You nearly scream.

“Yes, darling?” The blue-haired male smiles at you lovingly, his hand on the headrest of your car seat. Normally, it’d be attractive. But you swear, the poor deer on the road is going to be mush if your boyfriend doesn’t swerve or stop the car.

You just wanted to go on a fun road trip with your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend’s so proud of his car. It’d be a shame to wash deer parts off of it.

The deer stares at the car moving towards it, uncaring.