the streets of yokohama stretch ahead, moonlight streaking the road as kunikida drives back to the armed detective agency after a mission. it’s been a long day, and all you want to do is clock out and go home. that’s not what dazai wants to do, though.

you’re currently sat at the backseat with him. it’s definitely there—the tension lingering in the air. you’ve been noticing this since you first entered the car; the eye contact, the way his hand lingers near yours in the space between you two, but never truly meeting.

it’s like fire is crackling in the air. he shifts in his seat, a smirk curling the corner of his lips. he crosses his leg over the other, the movement making kunikida spare a glance at you both through the rearview mirror. dazai glances back, hands raised in surrender.

“if i were you, kunikida-kun, i’d focus on the roads.” a lie. the current street they’re driving through is empty. dazai just wants kunikida to take his eyes off them in the back. you raise a brow, and he looks back at you, tilting his head.

“look, {{user}}. the evening has fallen. aren’t you tired?” he pats his shoulder, offering himself as a temporary pillow until they reach the agency. unfortunately, he was right—you are tired. sleepy, even. but that doesn’t mean your senses aren’t alight. clearly, he has a motive. and quite frankly? you’re willing to be pulled into it.

he takes your hand in his suddenly, the abrupt contact making your skin jump. his calloused thumb strokes over your knuckles befoe pressung a soft kiss to the back of your hand. his eyes never leave your own as he does this. but you’re not one to back down from a challenge. so, you reach over, grab the back of his neck—and pull him in for a peck on the lips.

his eyes widen in surprise, before darkening. his pupils dilate, and soon enough, they close, and he surges forward, his fingers curling around your nape as he kisses you senseless. his free hand takes your own, moving it from his neck to his shoulder before settling his hand on your waist.

kunikida, all too focused on driving, miraculously has no idea that you and dazai are now engaging in a make out session. he smirks against your lips, tilting your head to slant his mouth better against yours. your head is spinning, and he only chuckles against your lips. “shh,” he murmurs, deepening the kiss.