"I'm your assistant, right? Driver, secretary, and all that." And Yousuke's expecting a stern reminder, something about duty and boundaries—
He's not expecting Naoto's face to go blank. "And beyond that?"
His voice is...strange.
"Your driver?"
It's a bad guess. Naoto goes past blank—actually pales—and suddenly Yousuke's feeling dizzy himself, like he's at the edge of something more precarious than a fancy chair.
He hates Past Yousuke, he decides, right there. Past Yousuke, who set this up for him to fail, Past Yousuke who handed him the baton when he barely knows how to run
And Naoto—