#normally I’d make this prettier but I’m locked outside my office building because I forgot my key so I was like I should be productive

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Hajime Umemiya definitely drives a truck. The kind with the big wheels and that’s always shining from a fresh coat of wax.

When he takes you out on dates, he rushes around to the passenger side and opens the door, offering his hand as you lift yourself into the seat.

When he drives, his hand always finds his way to your thigh where he rests it and offers gentle squeezes as you talk about your day.

When he parallel parks, he places his one hand on the back of your headrest, while maneuvering the wheel with ease and precision, and looking over his shoulder as though its second nature. And it absolutely is.

If some asshole forces him to slam on his breaks because they weren’t paying attention, his arm instinctively shoots up in front of you to mitigate the force that makes you jut forward, “are you ok? Are you sure?”

He loves that truck, but he loves you even more. So when you both start your family, he trades it in for a mini-van or an SVU because he’s a practical man who is in desperate need for the additional space.