Doing as he instructed and scooted forward on the bike, her lips maintained their curvature as his lips pressed against the top of her head, 「you’re so sweet。」 She whispered while giving him a comforted gaze, greatly appreciating the smile he gave her, despite it being somewhat forced。
Mukuro was about to question the whereabouts of a second helmet but was silenced when he placed the one he was wearing on her, 「Jack。。。」She breathed and gently placed her good hand on his arm and gave it a gentle squeeze。 Sure, it wasn’t a long drive but still。。。 millions of what if scenarios began playing in her head。 Hopefully the both of them would get to her place safely。
However, Mukuro didn’t say anything else and instead positioned her body so she felt as though she wouldn’t slip around as he drove。 As well as allowing him to drive with both hands instead of one around her waist。 Sitting in front of on a motorcycle as a passenger was unfamiliar to her, so she couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward as she tried to figure out how to exactly sit。
He was not sweet. Nervous, confusing, scared – indeed, but nothing around cuteness. But at the moment Jack lacked either energy and will to deny; and, for fuck’s sake, probably even Mukuro found his only reaction, another forced smile, rather odd.
“That’s fine,” he mumbled when her hand moved onto his arm. It wasn’t the first time of him riding with no helmet on, but even if, at the moment it would have been the last thing he could fear. She was much more important, and nothing, yet her health and safety took priority for him.
Riding with a person in front, instead of behind him was going to be a completely new experience. In fact, Jack wasn’t too sure how he should manage it; no exact idea came to his mind until Mukuro tried to induce him to use both hands. “Sideways,” Jack muttered, and carefully helped the girl shift herself a little bit. Seemed like this way he could both use two hands and take care of her.
The engine started off, wind stroking his face and hair as Jack drove on. Quite exciting feeling he almost forgot, although the biggest contentedness was caused by the fact of leaving that dark alley eventually. In the middle of the night, the traffic was negligible. No distinct sound audible amongst the empty streets, except for the loud murmur of the motorcycle as Jack accelerated.
Sometime soon they should have a similar drive, the thought crossed his mind, but as quickly as it appeared, also faded away. It was impossible for him to enjoy it with Mukuro constantly bleeding; Jack noticed his coat’s sleeve got red, too. A big contrast it was, blood on the white fabric.
Jack’s heart pounded again.
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