This is part twelve of my “Curryverse”. This one is set post ep 39, right after the last chapter. Normally I rarely write fics set during shows, but with Kuuga there seems to be so many things going on behind the scenes that it makes me want to fill in the blanks. Also, this is NSFW at all.
It was an unfamiliar bed.
Not that Godai had many familiar ones. Every bed he slept in twice was home enough for the night, because he rarely stayed longer than a week in the same place when he was travelling. The exception was of course the narrow cot in the room above the Pore Pore cafe. It had been there for as long as he had remembered, the mattress filled with familiar bumps.
This bed didn’t remember his body, but it remembered the one next to him. Ichijou. Ichijou’s bed, which he had claimed in the night, the detective’s body stretching into what felt like a familiar sprawl that left little room for Godai. He was probably not used to having company. Godai wouldn’t be surprised if this was the first time he had ever had someone else in bed with him.Read more