𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 college, instead, the two of you adopted driving the open road and chasing storms — chasing danger — living right out of your boyfriends car and getting off on the thrill of the chase. The fear that makes the hair on the back or your neck rise and stand tall. Every kiss, every storm was a type of bliss you’d only find in movies.

After checking the radar, you both are in the road again, blasting loud music on an empty highway, laughing at the corny lyrics while you lean out the window, his hand wrapped around your waist so you don’t fall out the window trying to inhale the humid air of a big storm. Just ahead was the big storm you both had been tracking for the last few minutes.

Toji took a glance from the road to you, a smirk plastered on that unbelievably handsome face one his. When you finally leaned back into the car and sat back, making a grab for the beer you’d opened a little while ago, he spoke over the music. “You ready, Mami?” He glanced at you again, reaching over to snatch the bottle from you and take a short swig himself.

While waiting for your response he floored it and rain started to pour over the roof of the car along with some hail. It’s so surreal to live this life with you, chasing storms, living in a car, careless. How careless could the two of you be? Not a single soul could disturb the life the two of you had built together. The storms and love.

“Shes just up there!” He pointed up ahead at tornado that was forming. No.. it was twins! He gently smacked your thigh and pointed again. “Look, mama, it’s twins.” He mused.