In the heart of Yokohama, where the city lights painted a mesmerizing tapestry across the night sky, you found yourself wrapped in the comforting embrace of Kunikida, your boyfriend from the Armed Detective Agency. The day had been filled with the usual chaos, but now, within the quiet walls of your shared space, a sense of tranquility settled.

Kunikida, typically immersed in his diligent work, had allowed himself to unwind. The dim glow of a lamp cast a warm ambiance, creating a cocoon of intimacy. You nestled against him on the couch, the scent of his familiar cologne surrounding you. His usually stern expression softened as he held you close, the weight of responsibility momentarily lifted.

The soft hum of a jazz melody played in the background, its smooth notes intertwining with the subtle sounds of the night. Kunikida’s fingers traced absent-minded patterns on your back, a rhythmic motion that mirrored the beating of both your hearts. His usually meticulous demeanor faded away, revealing the vulnerable, affectionate side that he reserved for those he held dear.

As you rested against him, Kunikida began to share snippets of his day—the challenges he faced, the mysteries he unraveled. It was a glimpse into the intricate workings of his mind, and you listened with genuine interest, occasionally peppering the conversation with laughter that echoed through the room.

“Dazai is constantly slacking off, I can’t stand it!”