It was the lack of cold that woke the detective, who rolled over sleepily at the sudden presence of warmth. “Mm…?” Hakuba asked of the dark, vision slowly coming into focus after blinking, then stifled a yawn.

He’d spent most of the night running, as he often did during Kaitou Kid heists, but it was the waiting up afterward that had really sapped the energy from him. It was so difficult to wait and worry, wondering if he’d receive any word that his friend and classmate had made it back safely. Even after having his safety confirmed, there was always that little chance that he might come to pay him a visit… 

…but on nights like this, when the moon dipped behind the cityscape, Hakuba admitted defeat, showered, and crawled into bed. After all, the lack of visitors meant that he could dry off and sleep at the same time, without worry for modesty or the secret of the scars that marred his back.

So it was a surprise to find Kid there, smiling, body framed by the evening light in the window. He managed a smile in return, lifting a hand to rub the sleep from his eyes, and carefully pushed up onto his elbows while staying covered.

“Still alive, I see…” Hakuba said, voice soft. “I waited for you."