“Do you really have that little confidence in your own ability?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and laughing. He didn’t mean it to sound so condescending so he rephrased. “I mean… you’re a talented detective right? I’d like to think that would count for something.“
He himself didn’t really care what Hakuba looked like. All that mattered to him was that he was good at what he did but he quickly realized how insensitive that sounded. Japan was a rather homogenous society and Hakuba stuck out like a sore thumb so of course there would be a lot of hesitance in allowing him to climb the police force ladder. Even if his dad was the top-most rank, that meant nothing when Hakuba was so different.
"I guess that might just be my own thought process though… there are still a lot of people with a conservative mindset that might balk at the idea of having you so high in the police force.” Quickly trying to lighten the mood, he flipped the subject. “I think they might just be jealous of your good looks. Westerners are considered pretty attractive around here, you know.“
Just a compliment between colleagues, of course.
O-of… course…
The reluctant annoyance that Hakuba was beginning to feel toward Kudou was distracted by the other detective’s compliment. Indeed, it brought his one-track mind sputtering to a stop before falling over on the tracks. He blinked, cheeks coloring, and averted his gaze quickly after that,
"Ah… thank you, Kudou-san,” Hakuba said after a moment, voice uncertain. “However, I don’t think that’s really why, though I appreciate the thought."
At last, a smile returned to his face. As loathe as he was to admit it, the kind words about his looks came across like praise from a picky master to a needy golden retriever.
"Not to worry, Kudou-san. I’ve known from a very young age that the nepotistic focus of Japanese society would ultimately prevent my ability to flourish here. I’ve never held any delusions about that.” A pause, then “Ah- how far are we from the cafe? I don’t believe I quite recognize this part of the neighborhood…"
In truth, he’d only been here a few times, mostly to run errands for the police. And although it had been incredibly tempting, he’d only been by Kudou’s home three or four times in the past couple of years, but never went past the front gate. No one had been home.
So, ultimately, he was unfamiliar with the area.