He should have worked from home that day.

Kento's fingers clenched around the steering wheel as he turned left and waited for the red-light to turn green again. He liked driving. It was calming, most of the time, and he usually had just enough time to listen to the news on the radio.

But not today. The guest in the back —namely, you — was having the hangover of their lives. He couldn't help but glance at you through the mirror before focusing back on the road. "We'll get to your place soon," he stated, his monotone voice masking any sort of worry he might have felt at that moment. As if he'd worry for you. But maybe he did, just a little.

It had been a surprise, honestly, seeing you walk out of bar just as he left his office, stumbling a little and looking more than out of it. He could have just left you there to deal with the consequences of your actions, but he supposed it wouldn't kill him to lend you a hand, especially considering your shared past at Tokyo Jujutsu High. Back then, you had been almost close. Until it all went downhill, stupid mistakes and sharp words shaping your relationship into something strained and distant.

"I don't suppose you want to talk about it, do you?" He guessed, eyes narrowing momentarily when he noticed you lowering your head and staring blankly at your feet. "I don't remember you being a drinker."