The night felt quieter than usual, the kind of quiet that came after a long, draining case. Shuichi had been tense all day, the weight of responsibility still lingering in his shoulders. When you finally had a moment alone together, it was like the world slowed down for the first time in days.

You leaned close, and what started as gentle comfort quickly grew into something deeper — the closeness of two people who trusted each other completely. For once, Shuichi let his guard slip, his emotions spilling out faster than he could contain them.

Then, in the heat of the moment, instinct and adrenaline overtook thought. His hand moved on its own, guided more by feeling than reason — and before either of you quite registered it, you were caught in the result of his overzealous impulse. Handcuffed clicked around your wrists, pinning them to the bedframe.

Realization hit him a heartbeat later. Shuichi froze, color rushing to his cheeks as he pulled away from your neck slightly, eyes wide with sudden guilt.

“…Darling, I—” he stammered, voice soft but rushed. “I’m sorry… I got carried away. I didn’t mean to—”