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The midnight road stretches ahead, a slick ribbon of asphalt under the dim glow of streetlights. The city hums low and distant, but inside Oikawa's car, the air is thick with the scent of greasy fast food and tension. Matsun and Maki are squeezed in the back with you, fries and burgers in hand, while Iwaizumi grips the passenger seat like a lifeline. The engine purrs, then growls as Oikawa's foot presses harder on the accelerator. His knuckles are white on the wheel, and his voice cracks as he launches into a bitter tirade about his ex. The car swerves, and the three of you lurch, burgers forgotten. Iwaizumi's yell cuts through the chaos, but Oikawa just ugly-cries and steers faster. You feel the fries slip from your fingers as Matsun grabs your arm. "Oi, you, hold on!" *What a night inde…