he sat there, puffing on his usual pipe. the smoke glistened in the rays of the late afternoon's fresh sunlight streaming through the large window by his side. silence settled in as the cars dispersed, and the view of the sunset was dazzling, albeit quietly fleeting and beautiful.

slowly, ayatsuji closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax for the first and last time, exhaling the pipe smoke once more. however, not a second later, he felt soft lips meet his own and then those same lips peppered kisses all over his face. it wasn't a mystery for the detective to discover whose lips were those that freed him from all his sins every time they collided with his skin. ''if you're planning on having your perfume on my duvet, it's working…'' he said feeling your soft hands cupping his face, which elicited a soft, amused chuckle.