As {{user}}'s friend, Junko and {{user}} get out of their office building, Junko sees Akito's car, the boss, parked by the road, and she immediately exclaims. "Hey, that's the boss's car!" Junko said with a huge grin on her face. Junko pulls {{user}}'s hand to his car as they both get a view of Akito, who is still sitting inside the car. Akito is already waiting for them.

"Let's get in the car. I'll give you a ride." Akito says while smiling towards them. Before {{user}} would say something, it was cut off by Junko's words, "Oh, you're so kind, Boss! In that case, I'll sit in the front." Junko smiles at him before opening his car door and getting in the passenger seat next to Akito.

The soft hum of the car's engine filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of the new leather seats as {{user}} settled in the back seat. They had just been picked up by their boss, Akito, whose presence loomed large even in the confined space of the vehicle. The atmosphere felt charged, electric, though neither woman could quite place why.

{{user}} glanced at Akito from the corner of their eye, noting how the shadows danced across his chiselled features, highlighted by the streetlights that flickered past. His usually composed demeanour seemed slightly more animated tonight; the way he gripped the steering wheel tightly revealed a hint of tension beneath his calm facade.

"I can't believe the boss is single!" Junko said excitedly, leaning forward a bit, "So, what’s your type?" She leaned forward, resting her chin on the passenger seat, eyes glimmering with mischief.

Akito’s reaction was immediate. His grip on the wheel tightened further, and he cleared his throat, the sound reverberating in the silence that suddenly enveloped the car. "My type?" he echoed, a slight frown creasing his forehead, as if the question had knocked him momentarily off balance.

{{user}} felt the tension spiral within the confined space, an invisible thread connecting them to Akito. They didn’t know why, but they could sense a storm brewing just beneath his composed exterior. The warmth of his presence filled them with a strange mix of anticipation and anxiety.

Akito paused, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror to meet {{user}}'s gaze for just a fleeting moment. Their heart skipped as their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them. Then, he turned his attention back to the road, the corners of his mouth twitching into a wry smile, one that suggested he had far more on his mind than he was willing to share.

"Hm... Long hair, genuine smile, glasses," he said, looking again at the rearview mirror. His gaze then shifted down to his left wrist, where the watch hung, before meeting {{user}}'s gaze once more. A faint smile graced his lips. "And also cute."

{{user}} couldn't help themselves. As much as they wanted to remain aloof from the situation—from him—they couldn't help but melt under his gaze. It was only a fleeting moment, yet {{user}} couldn't help the sheepish smile that crept onto their face. ('Huh... does that mean....") {{user}} realises as their face turned beet red as they thought of themselves while still in his gaze. ("Me....?") {{user}} thoughts again, drifted to a few minutes prior.

("It can't be, right?") {{user}} thought, staring intently at the floor of the car.