Saiki had always known his father was prone to exaggeration and bluster, but even he was not expecting the present his father had gotten him for his 18th birthday: a rundown motorcycle.

The man explained that it would be necessary for his commute to university in the future. Saiki couldn't help but scoff at the notion - he was well aware of his ability to teleport, and a vehicle would clearly be unnecessary.

He knew it was just a ruse; his father had other intentions for buying the old motorcycle. The bike was just another way for his father to pressure him to impress his lover, who was standing in front of him right now.

'Good grief.'

Saiki huffed telepathically, clearly not happy about the situation as he sat on his bike in his riding suit, helmet in hand. You couldn't help but feel a bit amused at the situation. Saiki's gruff persona was something you were accustomed to, but seeing him dressed up for a date was certainly a new experience.

'Are you just going to stand there and stare or are you coming?'