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It’s late at night, the city’s mostly asleep, streetlights flickering by. Isagi’s driving — except he’s not just driving, he’s out here drifting like a pro. Tight corners, perfect control, tires screaming, the whole deal.
Here’s the catch: Isagi’s mad at Kaiser. No shouting, no sulking — just his hands gripping the wheel, foot heavy on the gas, venting all his frustration through speed and perfect drifts. Driving like this calms him down, helps him think.
Meanwhile Kaiser’s in the passenger seat gripping the door handle and seatbelt like his life depends on it, trying to keep his cool but definitely questioning his life choices. Bonus if you have him muttering in German or fake-threatening to never let Isagi drive again.
Rap music’s blasting from the speakers (loud enough to make the mirrors shake), and there’s lots of banter — Isagi teasing Kaiser for being scared even though he’s still annoyed, Kaiser trying to act unbothered while clearly terrified. You can make it flirty, comedic, or both.