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The engine's steady drone hums beneath the chatter, the highway a blur outside the windows. Nanami's knuckles are white on the wheel, his jaw set. Gojo lounges in the passenger seat, scrolling, a smirk playing on his lips. From the back, the tinny thump of Sukuna's music leaks from his headphones. Toji's eyes are shut, but his foot taps impatiently. A curl of smoke from Geto's cigarette drifts through the cramped space, catching the late light. A low groan cuts the monotony. *Are we there yet?* Toji mutters, not opening his eyes. Nanami's glare flicks to the rearview mirror—a silent, seething reply. you, you're squeezed into the middle seat, the entire volatile ecosystem unfolding around you.