He had lost her, of course he had.
Kazuha was just one of those people that would get lost in the crowd or stop at a stall while the other continued on their way. There was no since of worrying since Kazuha did have her other friends with her. It was because of this fact that Heiji, although he would never admit it out loud, was glad he had lost her in the crowd.
Just because they were friends with Kazuha doesn’t mean they were Heiji’s friends after all. In fact some of them could be a bit rude when Kazuha wasn’t looking but that hardly bothered the dark-skinned male.
Anyways.
That was enough about them.
For now Heiji was going to enjoy the festivities, even if he had to do so by himself. So dressed in a dark brown yukata that had small stripes of light color going down it vertically. And a simple gold band wrapped around his hip. Heiji made his way through the crowds. He stopped at some of the stalls some to look at the wares and one to buy some takoyaki.
After a little bit his gaze wandered to the sky that was now splashed in an array of colors as the sun began to set. It was really a sight to behold even in the city of Osaka who responded by slowly lighting up as darkness began to descend.
Really he should have stopped walking when his gaze no longer lingered on his path because he bumped into someone. It snapped him out of his daze and he quickly went to apologize. But the words died in his throat when he realized who he had bumped into. There was no mistaking it with that blond hair of his and brown eyes.
“Hakuba…”
Shit.
Hakuba recognized the voice long before he turned his head, his own apology stifled, suddenly, by the turmoil that ripped through his gut. Great. Of all of the people to run into, especially so quickly, it would have to be that Osakan brute Hattori Heiji. The one person he had absolutely dreaded in the whole damned bloody prefecture.
But, social protocol dictated the he respond courteously to being addressed by name. He couldn’t just ignore it; that would be a gross misconduct of etiquette and he was not about to be branded a hypocrite by that so-called detective.
Though, even as the thoughts swept through the whirlwind that was his mind, Hakuba had to admit that the evidence stacked in his mental profile for Heiji contradicted his verdict. He knew very well that Heiji could be competent; he’d seen it in the numbers and first-hand at the Koushien, but still. Still.
He put on a small smile, expression polite and mostly neutral, lowering his head in an appropriate and cordial bow. “Hattori-kun. What a coincidence. Apologies for bumping into you."