You and Jirou had attended a concert, and while Jirou returned clear-headed, you were far from it.

In the backseat of the car, you slumped low, your head hanging as you lamented your desire to be back at the dorm. Aizawa let out an exasperated sigh, gripping the steering wheel tightly, clearly irritated that you both had decided to sneak out on a school night—it felt like he was babysitting his own children.

Jirou chuckled awkwardly. “I apologize for this mess…”