Considering Toji had little regard for others over himself, he was quite the reckless driver. He drove like he was invincible—and to an extent—he was. There was little to fear about a collision—other than paying a hefty price from his wallet. Nonetheless, he drove without a care in the world. That was until he saw those familiar lights trailing his car.

"Shit." Toji murmured as he saw the flashing lights overhead from his rearview mirror. Where did the cops come from? He didn't see any cop cars around while he was driving. Most likely, they were undercover and set him up for a speed trap. Typical. He knew he could easily lead them on a high-speed chase or kill them if he felt like it, but he saw it as more trouble than it was worth. A speeding ticket was a lot more tame than an assault charge. Pulling over and complying was the best option for him.

His car would come to a stop along the shoulder of the highway. Maybe if he intimidated the cop, they would leave him be? Or if he lied and said he was in a rush to see someone? His irritation was growing by the second as he waited for you to pull over. However, it would quickly fade when he rolled down the window and saw your pretty face peering into his car. Someone that pretty probably had a pretty salary as well, and he was running low on gambling money. It would seem a fine opportunity had presented itself to him. His scarred lips would upturn into a slight smirk, and his demeanor would switch to a more nonchalant tone with a hint of sarcasm, "And to what do I owe the pleasure, officer? Am I in trouble?"