A/N: It's been a while, and I honestly thought I lost this file. I wrote this sometime last year and did not want to publish it until I had more stories written. Regardless, it's here.

This is the 30 Day OTP Challenge for one of my favorite couples, Takagi and Sato. I adore both of them to death, and I constantly wish for them to get more screen time... but y'know... we can't all get what we want. Whatever, that's what this fanfiction is for. Some chapters will feature the TMPD members too. I hope you guys enjoy!

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Prompt #1: Holding Hands

As a police officer, he always prided himself in his ability to exercise and maintain his health, since he worked out often and partook in many strenuous activities at work. However, when Sato asked him to go jogging with her that morning, he definitely did not expect to end up this breathless.

Granted, part of the reason behind his lack of ability to breathe had nothing to do with the actual running—it was the female that he was running with. Keeping up with her was a challenging task indeed. Her jogging was slightly too fast for his pace, and it definitely did not help that he was sort of distracted just running next to her. There was just something about seeing her so fatigued, yet determined as she ran in shorts and a thin tank top that did wonders to him. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and he was so distracted that he did not notice the light pole he almost ran into.

"Takagi-kun, am I running too fast for you?" She turned back to tease him—still jogging. She winked at him and smiled brightly.

Even though it was slightly true, he did not want her to know the effect she had on him, nor did he want her to think he was weak. "Īe, I think that I am just a bit distracted today," he managed to say. By you, he added in his head as an afterthought.

"Let's take a break then," Sato recommended, pointing at one of the benches by the park. She sat down, stretching out her legs and arms. Instead of sitting down next to her, all Takagi could do was stare.

It was not until she patted the area next to her that he actually found himself moving in her direction. He was not sure how he was supposed to concentrate like this. At work, it was different because he had other people to worry about and was always preoccupied with doing his job. Most of the time, he was not even working with her—unless it was a big case. And even then, he had to be professional, so it was not that problematic.

However, their current situation is a different story. They were all alone at the crack of dawn, sitting close together in the middle of the park. Aside from the other occasional joggers, there was nobody else around. Other than the cold misty morning air and the tall park trees, there was nothing else to distract him from staring at Sato. They were still in the early stages of their relationship, so he could not exactly do half of the things that he was thinking about to her. Immediately, he shook his head—as if trying to get rid of his thoughts from his head

Out of nowhere, he felt a cold hand grasp his own. He did not have to look down to know who it was, but he found himself looking down anyway for confirmation. Her hands felt nice—they were soft and gentle, though he knew that she could beat him up if she ever wanted to. His eyes then leaped toward the woman who suddenly took hold of his hand. It was not like they have never held hands before—they have done it countless times on stake outs. Yet, this time felt different; they were all alone this time. This time, she took his hand because she wanted to—not because she had to. His heartbeat started to increase, and his face started to burn. He hoped that fatigue was a good excuse for his racing heart and burning face—if he were ever asked. Though, knowing Sato, she was probably oblivious to the effect that she had on him.

"My hands are cold," she reasoned, finally snapping him out of his revere. In response, he tightened the grip and further intertwined their fingers—not wanting to let go anytime soon.

Takagi nodded in silence, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach that seemed to want to burst. Sato, on the other hand, seemed oblivious as always; there was a fair glint of pink lingering on her cheeks though.

Despite the cold weather and her cold hands pressed against his, he felt more warm than ever. The nice tingly feeling that came out of it was nice—completely warming him. It was just one of those simple and nice feelings that he did not want to go away. And even though he was just holding her hand, he had never felt so close to her.

Thanks for sticking until the end. Please review. It's been a while years since I have posted regularly on FanFiction, and I need some motivation to continue. :)

The prompts, from now on, may or may not be out of order. Honestly, I'm probably not going to write all thirty, but it's the thought that counts... hahhah.

With lots of love,

Lily.