[Michi's lucky for a few reasons (besides the fact that a kid jumping out his window isn't noticed at this time of night, possibly he just has very incurious neighbors): it's raining, so visibility is drastically reduced, but Haruka also can't floor it too much even when he wants to unless he wants to go skidding somewhere that is definitely not the road; Haruka himself actually isn't wearing a helmet, which says a bit more about his state of mind than any of his actual preparations do; and it's quiet enough that the sound of Michi's footsteps echoes a little between the rain and buildings, his silhouette reflects off the rain-slicked street.

Eventually, finally, Haruka does realize he's being followed before he goes pelting off at the next intersection (where the lights are spaced farther apart, and the road widens) and slows to a stop reflexively when he realizes who it is. Michi is probably the last person he expected to see right now, even though he probably should have thought to run into him. Eventually. Just...]

You're walking? No. [shaking his head a little, sorry if he splashes rain around a bit] I think I have room. If you want a ride again.