“My parents suck. They’re always trying to pressure me into getting better grades. I’m sick of it,” she complained, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared out the window.

Shōyō raised an eyebrow. “Your grades? Aren’t you always getting amazing scores on your tests? Besides, you’re in college. You’re an adult. Why do they care?”

“Hell if I know! I’m sick of it, though.”

“I can be your dad,” he started suddenly, “and your mom. I can…be your dom. Wait, shit, no!”

Immediately, the girl burst into laughter. Her dom? Seriously? What was Shōyō thinking? After giggling to herself for a few minutes, she smiled at him smugly. “Daddy?”

The car swerved to the left, Shōyō’s surprise evident as it did so. The car slowed to a stop as he pulled over on the side of the road. Taking his hands off the wheel, he turned to look at her seriously.

“Don’t—Don’t call me that! Especially not while I’m driving! What if I swerved into oncoming traffic, huh? Don’t call me that, holy shit. I’m serious about that.”

“Daddy,” she repeated, grinning.

Shōyō let out a long, suffering groan. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

He sighed, shaking his head as he did so. Another fit of laughter hit her and she started snickering, her laugh loud. The redheaded boy huffed and lightly smacked her on the back of the head.

“Will you stop?! I didn’t mean it like that, anyway!” he told her, pouting slightly. Of course she would take his words and twist them into some kind of dirty joke. He did have to admit, though, it was sort of funny. A small smile graced his lips as he watched her laugh.