Napping in the car wasn't usual for the beanie-clad brunet, however it wasn't unheard of; he had long nights where he was tired the next day, and he did fall asleep in the van when it was quiet and the others were absent, out buying some merchandise for whatever each of them was specifically fawning over that week. However never before had he woken up to a certain blond hovering over him and lips inches away from his.

"Sh-Shizuo! What the- what the hell?" He leaned back a bit though it's not like his seat on the passenger side of the van would have let him move back much to begin with. His face heated up in realization that his jacket wasn't on, and his shirt was pushed up a bit to reveal his lower abdomen. He must have been really sleepy to not notice what-he assumed shizuo- did.

"Passed by and looked in. You were asleep and looked hot and kinda sweaty, so I came in to take off your jacket so you wouldn't be so hot. Why do you wear that thing?" The blond looked down at the brunet's torso. He was muscular and clearly worked out, however that chiseled body was hidden under baggy clothes so he never really got to admire the other's frame.

"Ah, it's just comfortable…" Trailing off, he looked down at his chest and up at the blond fortissimo, face deepening with that red hue even further. Not to mention, Shizuo was kinda blushing as well.

"Yeah…?" the blond was slightly distracted as he stared down at the others stomach. He honestly couldn't take his eyes off, even if he wanted to try.

Then an idea.

"You should take off your shirt—"

"What."

"Yeah, you're really lookin' kinda hot and you should do it Kadota."

"Shizuo I'm not going to."

"I'll rip your shirt off."

"What."

"I swear a will—"

"God dammit Shizuo.—" He sighed, and stared at the expectant blond, before struggling in the confines of the space between Shizuo and the seat, but eventually being able to pull off the black tee-shirt.

"Are you happy now?" he gave Shizuo a bland look and shook his head, blushing a bit when Shizuo put his hand on his stomach. Just what was he doing?

"Alright, let's go into the back now."

"Excuse me?"

"Well what if you get cold now, right? So I'll stay with you and keep you warm."

"Shizuo's that ridiculous—"

"You're ridiculous."

"Shizuo I'm not even sleepy any—"

"Yes you are" Shizuo interrupted, then blinked. Then he seemed to have remembered something that could aid him.

He's the stronger one here.

And so carrying a struggling Kadota into the back by stepping out of the vehicle and putting him on the seat, then stepping in himself and closing the doors (he didn't want the brunet to hit his head, though said other's face did brighten up further still when he made eye contact with some stranger who happened to be passing), wasn't too difficult.

The fortissimo laid down on top of the brunet, and closed his eyes, not wanting to, nor bothering to, listen to any complaints the van gang leader had.

"Shizuo we could have just gone to either one of our places if you wanted to cuddle." He shook his head, before grabbing his jacket and draped it over the both of them like a make-shift blanket.

"Mention that next time, idiot."