The sound of Hakuba’s voice was Kaito’s first indication that he might have trouble that night. He blinked, turning his head to look up at his classmate in surprise, automatically scooting to the side as Hakuba had anticipated- though from Kaito’s viewpoint it was more to avoid getting sat on and having to deal with a detective in his lap than to give him permission to commandeer his seat.
“H..Hakuba?” The teen half stuttered as the detective lowered himself to the bench, blinking again before his eyes narrowed suspiciously. What was he doing here?
Once comfortably seated, Hakuba took a moment to adjust his suit before turning his attention to the piano in front of them. “Don’t tell me that you’re surprised to see me here, as well. After all, with my work in the force and my father being who he is, of course I’d be invited to attend such a function.”
The half-brit detective flexed his fingers, gently slipping them onto the keys with practiced finesse. Such feather-light touches produced no sound, but Hakuba moved his fingers as if they would, turning his head to look at the other boy with a tilted smirk. It was then that he began to play; something light and classic, high notes trilling one after another in an effortless cascade.
“Am I to assume that you’re here as Nakamori-chan’s date?”
