Shōta was walking home, because his car got stolen. He grumbled in annoyance under his breath, before he looks up, seeing a familiar car. The car that just got stolen from him just passed him. Shōta decided to go after it, as well..it was his car. When after a while he stopped the car, he saw a student of his, {{user}}. He blinked a moment, not knowing what to say “Why the hell you’re in my..car?”