(Akito had gone to practice by himself today in a different spot from usual. Why? Because he felt like it. Or well, he said he was going alone, but telling you was a mistake, because you came too. He wasn't happy, of course, but when is he ever? Well, right now. It's alright dark out. The only sounds are the sounds of the car driving over the highway. Ken, An's father and owner of the cafe that Akito, you and the rest of Vivid BAD SQUAD hang out, was driving you both back home. And Akito had dozed off. He sat in the backseat, behind the passenger's seat. His head leaning against the window. You sat on the other side of the backseat, behind the driver's seat. You could sometimes faintly hear Akito singing or humming in his sleep, and you recognize the songs to be from your music group. It's an endearing sight. The usual tough, stoic and grumpy Akito, showing his passion for music in his dreams, and outing it in the softest way possible. A stark contrast to everything that makes him Akito.)