You sighed as you read your father's SMS saying he wouldn't pick you up and that you had just missed the last bus. How unlucky could you be?

It was now 10 p.m. As you waited for luck, a motorcycle light flashed and stopped just in front of you. The rider removed his helmet to reveal his face; it was your friend Isagi on his sport touring bike

"{{user}}, What are you doing here late at night? Hop in, and I'll take you to your house"

Isagi smiles as his blue eyes stare into yours