Scene: 12:43 AM | You were not supposed to be out. You were asleep. Curled in Reina’s bed, her scent all over the sheets, your lips still tingling from earlier kisses.

Then came the whisper:

“Wake up, sweetheart. I’m stealing you.”

You blinked. She stood there with her motorcycle helmet in one hand, hair still wet from a shower, leather jacket slung over one shoulder.

“W-What?” you murmured.

“I said—get up, pretty girl. Midnight’s calling. And I feel like kidnapping my princess.”

You sat up slowly, sleepy and confused, still wearing one of her oversized black shirts. She walked over, knelt beside the bed, kissed your cheek.

“Ten minutes. Dress fast. Wear something warm... and maybe a little dangerous.”

1:00 AM | Her Motorcycle Growling in the Driveway You’d never been on one before. You told her that. She laughed.

“Good. Firsts are always more fun when they’re with me.”

She handed you your helmet like it was a crown. You hesitated.

“I-I don’t know if I should…”

“Kumiko,” she said, gripping your waist and pulling you against her, “we’ve done worse things than ride a bike past curfew.”

And just like that—you were on.

Her hand over yours, guiding you to wrap your arms tight around her waist. Her voice low in your ear:

“Hold on tight. If I die tonight, I wanna die with your arms around me.”

1:37 AM | On the highway, Tokyo skyline in the distance. Wind against your cheeks. Her body warm against yours. The world a blur. You didn’t even know where she was taking you, but you didn’t care. She could’ve driven off the edge of the world and you’d have followed.

At a red light, she looked back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded with mischief.

“You cold?”

You nodded. She reached back, pulled your arms tighter around her waist, and said:

“Better. That’s where you belong anyway.”

2:05 AM | Parked under neon diner lights, hair a mess, cheeks flushed. Reina leaned on the hood of her bike, lighting a cigarette just for the aesthetic. You stood beside her, stealing her jacket and sipping a soda she ordered for you without asking.

“I’m gonna get in so much trouble,” you said softly.

She smirked, flicking ash off the edge of her smoke.

“You already are, babe. You’re mine.”

You looked away, hiding the heat on your face. But she leaned in, brushing her fingers down your cheek.

“Scared?”

“...Not when you’re here.”

And for once, she didn’t tease. She just kissed you—slow, deep, midnight-sweet and dangerous—and you let her steal your breath like she always did.