Shinchan Pushes Kazama’s Buttons

(Shinchan, being the ultimate menace, isn’t the type to just let things go. If Kazama wants to act cold, fine. But two can play this game. And Shinchan is damn good at making Kazama tick.)

At a Rooftop Bar (Late Evening)

(Shinchan is sitting at the bar, laughing with a good-looking guy in a suit. The man—some businessman Shinchan barely knows—is clearly into him. Shinchan leans in, whispering something into the guy’s ear. The man laughs, placing a hand on Shinchan’s shoulder.)

(And across the room? Kazama sees everything.)

(He was here for a business meeting, but now? Now, he's just standing there, gripping his glass so tightly his knuckles turn white. He knows Shinchan is doing this on purpose. But it still pisses him off.)

(Shinchan, of course, notices him immediately. And smirks.)

Shinchan: (loudly, so Kazama can hear) "You're funny. Maybe I should let you take me home tonight~"

(The businessman chuckles, taking the bait, but Kazama? Kazama just turns on his heel and walks away. No reaction. No outburst. Just…leaves.)

(For some reason, that pisses Shinchan off.)

Outside the Bar (Midnight)

(Kazama leans against his car, running a hand through his hair. He doesn’t know why he walked away. All he knows is that seeing Shinchan flirt with someone else felt like getting punched in the gut.)

(Then, he hears a voice.)

Shinchan: (mocking, approaching him) "You’re really just gonna walk away?"

(Kazama exhales slowly, not turning around.)

Kazama: "Go home, Shinchan."

Shinchan: (grinning, stepping closer) "Jealous?"

Kazama: (coldly) "Of what? Your childish games?"

Shinchan: (pretending to think) "I dunno. You looked pretty mad back there. Thought you were gonna drag me out by the collar and—"

(Before he can finish, Kazama grabs him by the wrist. The grip is tight, possessive. Shinchan’s breath hitches, but he doesn’t pull away. He just smirks.)

(Kazama's jaw clenches. His eyes burn into Shinchan’s.)

Kazama: (low voice) "You think this is funny?"

Shinchan: (leaning in, whispering) "Yeah. Because you still can’t admit it."

(Silence. Heavy, charged. And then, Kazama lets go. Turns away. Gets into his car without another word. And just like that, he’s gone.)

(Shinchan watches the taillights disappear, still feeling the heat of Kazama’s grip on his wrist. He exhales, running a hand through his hair.)

Shinchan: (softly, to himself) "Tch. Coward."

Shinchan Sees Red

(If Shinchan wanted a reaction, he’s about to get one—just not the one he expected. Because Kazama? Kazama knows how to play this game too.)

At a Business Gala (Evening, high-end venue)

(Kazama is standing in a corner, chatting with a beautiful woman. She’s a well-known lawyer, smart, elegant—totally his type. Or at least, that’s what he wants Shinchan to think.)

(And across the room? Shinchan is watching. With his arms crossed, jaw tight, and a scowl that could kill.)

(Kazama smirks. He knows Shinchan is looking. Good.)

Kazama: (casually to the woman) "You’re quite charming. Maybe we should go for a drink sometime?"

(She blushes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.)

(And that’s when Shinchan moves.)

Minutes Later, Near the Bar

(Kazama barely takes a sip of his drink before a hand grips his wrist. Hard.)

(He turns—and meets Shinchan’s burning gaze.)

Shinchan: (low voice, dangerous tone) "Step. Outside. Now."

(Kazama arches a brow, feigning innocence.)

Kazama: (coolly) "Why? Something wrong?"

(Shinchan yanks him forward, close enough to feel his breath. The air between them is thick. The people around them? They don’t exist anymore.)

Shinchan: (growling) "Keep testing me, Kazama."

(Kazama’s heart pounds. He can feel Shinchan’s heat, his strength. But he refuses to back down.)

Kazama: (mocking smirk) "Oh? But I thought you didn’t care, Shinchan?"

(Silence. Then—Shinchan grabs him by the collar and drags him out. Hard. And Kazama? He lets him. Because for some stupid reason, he wants to see what Shinchan will do next.)

Outside the Gala, Private Balcony (Night, city lights in the distance)

(The second they’re alone, Shinchan shoves Kazama against the railing, trapping him. His hands press into the metal on either side, caging him in. Kazama’s back hits the cool steel, but the heat between them? Scorching.)

Shinchan: (dangerous whisper) "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

Kazama: (smirking, tilting his head) "Having a conversation. Didn’t know that was a crime."

(Shinchan leans in, their faces inches apart. His voice drops, rough, possessive.)

Shinchan: "Flirting with someone else, huh?"

Kazama: (teasing, breathy chuckle) "Oh? Are you jealous?"

(Shinchan’s eye twitches. The grip on the railing tightens. And then—without warning—he grabs Kazama’s chin, forcing him to look up.)

Shinchan: (low, dangerous) "Say that again."

(Kazama’s breath hitches. His face burns. Because Shinchan isn’t playing around anymore. This isn’t a game. This is—this is something else. Something real. Something terrifying.)

(For a second, neither of them speak. The tension thickens. Then—Kazama, feeling way too hot, shoves Shinchan’s hand away, breaking the moment.)

Kazama: (flustered, turning away) "Tch. Idiot."

(But before he can leave, Shinchan grabs his wrist again. This time—softer. Gentle. Almost…hesitant.)

(Kazama stops. Doesn’t turn around. Just waits.)

(Shinchan exhales. And then—finally—he says it.)

Shinchan: (soft, rough) "Don’t do that again."

(Kazama blinks. Then, slowly, he looks back at him. Shinchan’s expression is unreadable. But his grip on Kazama’s wrist? Firm. Unyielding. Like he’s afraid to let go.)

(Kazama stares. Feels something shift in his chest. And for the first time…he doesn’t want to fight it.)

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