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“For fuck’s sake, slow down,” Miyuki says, his voice rising sharply as he grips the car door handle.
“Don’t tell me how to drive, it’s my car,” Kuramochi replies brusquely. “Just give me the damn directions.”
Miyuki purses his lips, knuckles turning white. “Take the next right,” he tells him, and Kuramochi grins mischievously.
He guns it around the corner and Miyuki gives in to the fictitious forces, his body slamming against the side of the car despite the seatbelt. Kuramochi erupts with boisterous laughter as he pulls out of the turn, glancing at Miyuki’s blanched face wrought with surprise and tepidity.
Then there are sirens and flashing lights.
“Fuck!” Kuramochi takes his foot off the gas pedal and slows, slamming his head back into the headrest as he pulls over to the curb. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
Miyuki instantly recovers, snickering at the turn of events.
“Shut the fuck up and give me my insurance and ownership,” Kuramochi growls, gesturing to the dash compartment before retrieving his wallet from his back pocket. Of course there’s a cop, of fucking course.
“There’s a million things I want to say right now,” Miyuki grins as he pops the dash compartment open. “‘You deserve it’, ‘I told you to slow down’, 'Karma's a bitch', ‘You’re a dumbass…’”
Kuramochi punches him in the arm.
“I’m gonna kill you after this,” he seethes, but in actuality he’s mad at himself, and Miyuki just grins widely as he passes him the documents.
There’s a tap on the glass behind Kuramochi and he twists in his seat, quickly rolling down the window as he takes a deep breath to calm down.
“Good afternoon,” the officer says.
“Hello sir,” Kuramochi replies in, what he hopes to be, his most polite voice. He can’t help but think that Miyuki must be enjoying every second of this.
“Do you know how fast you were going?”
Kuramochi wrinkles his nose. “Too fast I guess…”
Miyuki snorts and the officer does not look impressed. Kuramochi clears his throat before offering a sheepish smile.
“I got you going 40 over the limit. License and registration, please.”
Kuramochi pulls his license out of his wallet and hands it to the officer, along with his ownership and insurance papers. He slumps back into his seat when the officer leaves with them.
“I can’t believe this,” Kuramochi mutters, closing his eyes as he rests his wrists on the steering wheel. This is, what, his third speeding offence in a year?
He hears Miyuki move in his seat and then there’s the sound of a camera shutter. Kuramochi’s eyes shoot open as he turns his attention to the guy grinning at his phone.
“What did you do just now?” he asks, eyes narrowing.
Miyuki’s glasses glint as he looks up, a smirk on his lips. “Check my snapchat story.”
“You little-!” Kuramochi whips out his phone, quickly taps in his password and opens up the app. He checks the recent updates and taps on Miyuki’s name (renamed "Bastard" of course).
For a full ten seconds there’s Kuramochi with his eyes shut and mouth pulled into a frown and Miyuki grinning in the corner of the frame as he takes the picture - the police car is visible in the back window, the red and blue are brilliant and bright, yet apparently Miyuki still felt the need to circle it in green to call more attention to it; ‘lol mochi done fucked up’ is the caption.
Before he can lash out at Miyuki, the officer returns and Kuramochi collects himself.
“So, Kuramochi Youichi, I see you have two previous speeding infractions on your record,” the greying policeman comments as he gives back Kuramochi’s documents.
“Yeah… Uh, I’m really sorry about that,” he says, trying to sound honestly apologetic as he tosses the papers onto Miyuki’s lap. “You see, today I’m moving into a new apartment so I guess I’m really excited, you know?” Kuramochi imagines Miyuki rolling his eyes, but the policeman’s eyebrows raise.
“Oh, is that so?” the officer says as he leans down a little more. “College, huh?”
“Yup, second year,” Kuramochi smiles.
“I remember when I was in college,” the officer says with a little sigh. “Great times, college.” He eyes Miyuki in the passenger seat. “You two gonna be roommates then?”
“That’s right,” Miyuki pipes up, and Kuramochi glances back at him, wrinkling his nose at the wide grin on his face. Oh, the bastard’s definitely enjoying this alright.
“You know, back in the day, me and my two best friends roomed together throughout college, and we all joined the force and trained together too,” the officer divulges, nodding a little bit to himself as he reminisces. Then he seems to remember what the task is at hand; he takes out his electronic pad, scribbles something in it, and a piece of paper prints out.
“I’ll cut you a break today, kid,” he says as he rips off the slip and hands it to Kuramochi. “Just the fine, but no demerit points, yeah?”
Kuramochi lets out an inward breath of relief. He could hopefully find some way to pay off the fine, but hell if he could handle the demerit points on his license. “Thank you very much, sir.”
The policeman chuckles as he pats the hood of the car. “Hey, no worries. Take care, and slow down, alright?”
“You got it,” Kuramochi replies, saluting the officer. Kuramochi rolls up his window as the policeman heads back to his vehicle.
Miyuki lets out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Three speeding offences to your name, huh. That’s the kind of thing I’d like to know before I get into a car with someone… I don’t feel safe at all.”
“You’re free to get out and walk the rest of the way,” Kuramochi retorts as he shoves his license and the fine into his wallet. Miyuki just laughs and Kuramochi has to admit that he’s not really that irritated… after all, it’s been a while since he’s heard Miyuki laugh so genuinely.
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