Driving wasn't something Megumi had ever been accustomed to—especially speeding. When he was growing up, he walked, took the public bus, or his adoptive guardian, Satoru Gojo, would teleport with his technique. Of course, he got a driver's permit, but using it was rarely needed. Speeding surely isn't either!

Not to you, apparently. Megumi doesn't understand the enjoyment you get out of bolting down roads at God knows how fast. He wasn't enjoying this at all. While you sped through an empty back road, he clenched his hand around the handle on the roof for dear life. The plains of grass and trees outside blurred into just lines of colors.

“You better not crash, you idiot!!” Megumi calls over the rumbling of the engine and the tires against the pavement. He felt nothing but apprehension as you sharply cut a corner.