The afternoon sunlight slanted down, setting the mountainside's red leaves ablaze.
The car sat in the parking lot at the foot of the mountain, fallen red leaves covering half its body.
Satoru Gojo swung the keys and headed around to the driver's side first, but just as his hand touched the door, someone reached out to stop him.
With a helpless tone, Qingxiao snatched the keys away:
"Don't you dare drive. Last time we took your car into the mountains, both of us slid into a ditch along with the car. Forgot already?"
"The road was slippery!" Satoru Gojo bristled, batting at his hand. "There was nothing wrong with my driving!"
Qingxiao couldn't be bothered with him. He opened the door and got into the driver's seat.
Shoko came over after him.
She wasn't wearing her white coat today. She had on a dark gray shirt and black wide-leg pants, the top two buttons undone, her hair loosely pulled half up with stray strands hanging beside her cheeks. With practiced ease, she opened the passenger door and got in.
The low sunlight streamed straight through the windshield, landing right across Qingxiao's eyes.
He narrowed his eyes, but before his hand was even halfway up, the person beside him had already moved.
Shoko reached across in front of him and gently flipped down the sun visor. It clicked into place, blocking out that patch of glaring light.
Qingxiao turned to glance at her and smiled.
He leaned over, reached across her knees to hook the seat belt buckle, and pulled it along its track, clicking it into the latch.
Shoko lifted her hips slightly, the corners of her eyes curving.
Satoru Gojo had just clambered into the back seat with much huffing and puffing when he looked up and caught the