Dear god, Saguru hadn’t been picked up like this since he was a child, and even then, it was only in desperate situations like having hurt his leg or anything of the injured sort. As a certified culprit, the half-Brit had no right to judge his thief for doing what he had committed so many times, but alas, being considerate was not always being fair.
“The only one with an advantage here is you,” he hissed, his cheeks flaring with obvious humiliation as he clung onto his neck for support. “Put me down right now or so help me.”
“Make me.” Was that a smug grin on his face? Absolutely. “Consider this payback for all those times you picked me up.” And, just because he could, he pressed his lips to Saguru’s forehead.
Cue a nose wrinkle. “If you weren’t tantei-chan right now, I’d actually kiss you.”
