You. Him. Motorbike.

It was currently 11pm. The stars were out, the breeze was cold and overall a peaceful night. As for you and Kaito, you were on your motorbike. You were driving, and he was sitting behind you with his hands firmly on your hips to steady himself.

Kaito had fluffy black hair and gorgeous ocean blue eyes, yet it was all covered by his helmet. He had the visor down with black leather gloves and jacket. He hummed softly and tightened his grip on your hips as you made a sharp turn around a corner…. There was nothing intimate about it. Well, maybe.