♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes ♦: Slow dancing
“I have to say,” Hakuba laughed, hands in place on Kaito’s lower back as they moved in slow circles over the rug in his bedroom. “These clothes really don’t fit you at all… much as I like seeing you in a suit."
It was one of those days where homework just didn’t seem all that important, and a random question had the half-brit showing off the sound system in his room, which led to the discussion of dancing, which… well, Hakuba still wasn’t sure why Kaito was wearing his clothes, but he hardly questioned Kaito’s actions anymore. He usually had no motive other than curiosity, and there was nothing that could be done about it.
It had been such a long night for both the inspector and the young detective. Not only had there been a KID heist, but some thugs had decided that it was the perfect opportunity to do their three-hit bank robberies and car chase at the same time. In the end, the two wearily made it back to the hotel that the keibu and his daughter were at, and said goodnight.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay, Hakuba-kun?”
“It’s only a thirty minute drive home… honest, I’ll be just fine.”
“You’re swaying.”
“Just a little tired.”
“You look dead on your feet.”
“It’s been a long night.”
“Come on, kid…”
With a little more persuasion, Nakamori led Hakuba to the hotel room and went about getting ready for bed.
Since it was already three in the morning, Aoko had been asleep. Emphasis on had. It would have been almost impossible to sleep through all of the noise that her father was making as he stumbled around, trying to get into his suitcase, while Hakuba found himself a spare blanket, and made his way over to the armchair in the corner.
“No, you can just share the bed with Aoko…” Nakamori grumbled, dropping onto the bed against the wall. “Just no funny business.”
Hakuba looked between the father and daughter, found no sort of horrified despair on the latter’s face, and shrugged, wandering over to crawl into the bed as close to the edge as possible. “Apologies, Nakamori-chan,” he said, wrapping his extra blanket over is shoulders – he’d opted to stay on top of the covers. “I won’t steal the covers, at least."
Holding hands was something that Hakuba always enjoyed doing, but never mentioned. There just weren’t that many opportunities for a confirmed bachelor to do as such, even though there partners at any given time. That sort of intimacy just wasn’t afforded to someone who couldn’t seem to settle down, harboring unrequited love, and spending time with all the wrong people.
That was why he hadn’t expected his hand to be taken as he lounged on the couch of the office, boredly scrolling through his phone to look for cases while he waited for Saphir to finish whatever he was doing. Blinking, he glanced down at their hands as the other laced their fingers together.
“Saphir…?” he asked, surprised at the sudden flush of heat on his cheeks.
♗:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
Yet
another heist that had ended in a horrible nightmare. The thief,
currently back to being Kaito was exhausted. Neither him nor Hakuba –
apparently – had known that Spider was back in Japan. At least the Brit
had seemed just as surprised as he was, when the illusionist suddenly
popped up during their banter on the roof. It was a lot like the first
time around, reality had blurred around the edges and suddenly they were
in the middle of horrifying scenarios. At least Kaito had known what to
make of it this time and he was set on making the illusionist work to
flip his brain. The needle he had felt hitting his neck right before the
blurry first moments was proof enough, the other wasn’t comfortable
enough to hypnotise him without drugs.
He was about to drown –
literally and was just thankful enough for the fact that Spider did not
seem to know about his phobia to actually manage and make him scream in
terror, when another gush of real water had hit him. It was an awful,
but obviously effective method to wake someone up. Drenched in water he
had made his escape, leaving another hastily made up riddle for the
assassin to throw him off, too. And then he raced downstairs again,
reviving Kaito that had been around as a consultant for this heist,
before racing right back up again. He made a lot of noise, imitating the
force coming up on the roof, so when he finally barged out into the
cold night air, the red lights were gone. He was more than glad to find
Hakuba alive and more or less alright. He looked ‘only’ shellshocked.
Because
of the roadblocks and masses of people, Kaito had asked the detective
to come along with Jii-chan and him, they could just drop him off at
home.
So, sliding in to the backseat, he was barely awake
himself, he didn’t even care anymore that his hair was more than
obviously damp, which would have counted as further proof on his other
identity for the detective. But he obviously was just as tired, judging
by the fact that he had slid down the backrest and unceremoniously
dropped right in Kaito’s lap. Oh well, he had saved his hind, so… he
patted the blonde’s cheek and pushed some hair out of his face, before
his own head dropped as well and his hand just lay still.
“All right,” Hakuba said, speaking into his mobile as he jogged from the elevator to room that they’d agreed on. “I’m almost there, just calm down…"
He knocked, waiting impatiently, and glanced at the watch on his wrist before checking the room number again. When there was no response, he frowned and fished out his keycard. “Saphir… I’m coming in, just wait a moment, all right?”
Once he got inside, a familiar sight greeted him; the ever-needy, murderous, obsessive Saphir, curled up in the singular armchair in the room. But even more familiar was the dark navy suit jacket around his shoulders.
"…Saphir,” Hakuba said, closing the door behind him and locking the deadbolt. “Were you going through my suitcase again?”
It was always a bad idea to sleep with villains, but somehow, Hakuba found himself in those sort of situations far more often than he wanted to admit. That particular moment was early one Saturday morning, stretching, dragging himself from underneath the sheets of the strange room to find the hardwood floor beneath his feet. He didn’t make it far, though, before a familiar hand got hold of his arm and dragged him down onto his back again.
“God, all right all right, I’ll stay…” he muttered, rolling his eyes before turning back onto his side, nestling once more against Saphir’s back. It wasn’t as if he had work that morning, anyway, and the silky pajamas were so nice to cuddle against…
“Hey… hey, Saphir-kun, calm down…” Hakuba rested a hand on his shoulder, head tilting at him with a little smile, trying his best to be reassuring. “It’s all right. I won’t let that nasty Sailor Moon get you…”
He really didn’t have a problem with her personally. In fact, he thought she was a very sweet, though naive, champion of justice. But he couldn’t help adopting his words to fit the mood as he began to pet his back.
