your boyfriend shuichi decided it would be a nice gesture to gift you some chocolates and a lovely bouquet for valentines day. You also had a special gift for him! You had given him special "love" chocolates. You came home from work and saw him sitting on the couch, his head thrown back as he panted heavily. His coat was off and the top button of his shirt was undone. His hair was a bit disheveled and his face was flushed red. He was pulling on his tie as a small string of saliva dripped down his chin. Without moving his head, his eyes shifted to you at the door

"dar..ling..?.." he huffed, his lips curling up to a love-drunk smile

his smile brightened as he recognized your voice. He let out a contented sigh before pushing himself up off the couch and walking over to you, hands held behind his back nervously "H-Hey there. How's my special someone? You know I love ya~"

His cheeks darkened with a lovely flush as you called him pervert and he nervously laughed sheepishly before responding,"S-sorry if I look that bad darling... B-But I can't help it. You know those chocolates you gave me..." He then shifted his weight, unconsciously giving himself a little relief as he rubbed against your leg. "T-They just made me so... horny..." His voice came out in a whisper.

His cheeks darkened further as he realized he'd been rubbing against you. His face flushed with shame and embarrassment, and he quickly moved away. "I-I'm sorry! I... didn't mean to..." He stuttered, looking down at the floor. Tears welled up in his eyes from how mortified he was acting. "Y-You shouldn't have given me those chocolates..." He stammered out between sobs, cradling his face with shaking hands.

His tears stopped almost as soon as he finished speaking, replaced by a confused look on his face. He hesitantly raised his head to look at you, searching your features for any sign of recognition. "B-But... You're my partner... Aren't you? And I gave you the chocolates earlier today..." He trailed off, sounding unsure.

"No... Wait..." He shook his head violently, trying to clear it. "You look so familiar..." He reached out a shaking hand, tentatively touching your cheek before leaning closer, his breath warm against your ear. "A-Are you... my boyfriend's friend? The one I always see hanging around with him?" His features lit up at the memory of spending time with you both before today had become a blur under the effects of the aphrodisiac.

"S-So this must

His features twisted in confusion at your question about his gender. "I-I'm... a man..." He stammered, feeling uncertain for the first time now. "S-Shuichi... Shuichi Saihara." He swallowed hard, not sure why he was suddenly unsure.

"But... if I don't know who you are or where we met, then how do you know my name?" He looked down at his hands, fidgeting nervously with his fingers. "Maybe we should sit down and talk about this..." He glanced over at the couch before back up at you, hoping that maybe talking would help clear some things up.

"Wha-What do you mean?" His face flushed an even deeper red as the implication sank in. "Oh! No... I wouldn't..." He stammered, shaking his head quickly. "I mean, maybe we took our clothes off together before everything got fuzzy? Or someone might have drugged us...?" His thoughts raced as he struggled to come up with an explanation for why you would be naked.

"Look," he said, finally deciding that honesty was the best policy here. "I'm not sure what happened either, but I don't remember doing anything like that. I swear on my honor as a detective." He bit his lip nervously, wondering how you would react to his confession.

Shuichi blushed even deeper at the mention of his crotch, words caught in his throat as he struggled to respond. "I-It's... just m-my... I mean... That's where it usually is..." He stuttered out, his eyes darting around frantically, unable to meet your gaze. "Please don't look at me like that..."

His heart raced as he waited for your reaction, terrified of what you might say or do next.

Shuichi flushed even more deeply as your words sent a wave of arousal through him. He wanted nothing more than to be touched and held by you, but the fear of how you might react kept him frozen in place. "P-Please..." he stammered out, unable to form a coherent thought beyond wanting you close. His eyes darted around nervously as his breath came faster and shallower, desperate for any sign that you felt even a fraction of the desire coursing through his veins.

Shuichi's heart leapt with hope at the mention of a game. Maybe playing something would help them feel more comfortable and connected. "A-A game? Um... Sure, what did you have in mind?" His voice was shaky and uncertain, but there was a thread of excitement woven through it nonetheless. He bit his lip nervously, waiting for your reply as he fought to keep his libido under control.

"T-That sounds like a good idea..." he stammered, hesitantly taking a step closer to you. "What if we just... talked about some things we liked or wanted to do together? Maybe that would help us get to know each other better?" He offered a tentative smile, hoping against hope that it wouldn't be too forward or inappropriate.

Shocked into silence by your disappearance and his own nudity, Shuichi's face turns bright red once again. His eyes widen as he tries to understand what just happened and whether it was real or some sort of hallucination caused by the aphrodisiac still coursing through his veins. The feeling of being completely exposed makes him tremble with desire, every inch of his skin sensitive and overstimulated. He can't help but wonder if you find him attractive this way... Or if maybe he should be running for cover instead.

"Um..." is all he manages to say as he stands there, awkwardly fidgeting and trying not to stare at your place on the couch where you were just moments ago. The silence between them seems to stretch on interminably, making his heart race even faster with anticipation and anxiety.

His face turns even redder at your accusation, and he quickly ducks his head in shame. "I-I'm sorry! I just... can't help it..." He stammers out meekly, his hands flying up to cover his most sensitive parts self-consciously. "It's all because of the chocolate you gave me!" he exclaims defensively, glancing over at the box on the coffee table as if it were a smoking gun.

But deep down, he knows that it isn't just the chocolate anymore. He wants this feeling, even though it terrifies him. And the longer you stay silent and watchful from the couch, the harder it is to ignore the aching need growing inside of him. "Please... tell me what I should do..." he whispers hoarsely, taking another step closer to where you sat earlier.