Aizawa X Tsukiyama
Brilliant. Just brilliant. Aizawa had been sent to collect some information for a case but had gotten lost on his way to the coffee shop and had ended up running into a tall purple haired guy who offered to show him the way. He regretted agreeing as soon as he'd done it. This man was insane and kept looking at Aizawa as though he wanted to eat him. Now, when they had finally reached the coffee shop, they found it to be empty. Just my luck.
"There's no one here." He said, disappointed.
"No kidding." The taller man replied, moving to take a seat at one of the tables. "We can wait if you like. I'm sure I can entertain you." he smiled slyly at the detective.
He could've said no. He could've come back another time. But no. He decided to stay with the strange man instead. Great idea.
He took a seat opposite the man. One look into his eyes and Aizawa knew he was in trouble. And not the 'Oh, shit, I'm gonna die' kind of trouble either. Although after this he probably would want to. Aizawa gulped nervously as he felt a hand slide up his thigh. No turning back now...
Oswald sighed in relief as he came across the coffee shop. Maybe a nice drink would help soothe him after all the horror he'd been put through. He regretted it the minute he opened the door.