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A History of Perfect Mistakes

japansfamousdetective:

It didn’t help when he cocked his head and it was so much like a nervous puppy. And oh god she wasn’t going to be able to stop equating him to a golden retriever. Her adorable, precious little golden retriever. 

God help her, she was too far down the rabbit hole now. 

His laughter was surprising, but welcome and it helped to soothe her laughter down to giggles. Then to a content sigh. Thankfully because she hadn’t been sure how much longer her sides could have handled all the laughter. Maybe she needed to laugh more. 

“If I were to use any of those, Hakuba, I’d probably use ‘hopeless’.” A small twitch of a smirk as she smoothed down the rumpled robe. “For ‘hopelessly adorable’." 

She loved him so much, all facets of him, and she hoped to maybe one day be able to express that to him. Today, or at least not that moment, wasn’t the day. Her mind seemed to kind of die at his compliments and she opened her mouth to argue against them.

Except that she found, for once, she didn’t want to. There was a swell in her heart and it was a feeling that she didn’t want to be rid of. Was that… what it was like to be loved?

"I… am up for whatever you wish to do, Hakuba.” Because she really didn’t care as long as it was with him.

Although he was used to picking up the slack where decisions were concerned in that sort of situation, it was unusual for the headstrong Shinori to be so accommodating. Or, perhaps it wasn’t; he had an impression of her in his head but, really, when not in dire straights, she was usually agreeable, wasn’t she?

Oh, he was so fond of her.

Finally, he reached for her, hands gentle as they came to caress the bathrobe over her back, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. His arms circled her, anxiety melting away with the warmth of her presence, and Hakuba smiled in a way that was nothing if not serene. 

“I’ll ask Baaya to bring something by… we can eat in bed, if you’re feeling up to it. We’ll have to get some more studying in eventually, but…" 

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A History of Perfect Mistakes

japansfamousdetective:

His smile made her smile more so, she always did love seeing him do so. It really could brighten up a room. Not that she had ever voiced something like that aloud. She’d been so afraid to.

But maybe she’d have the courage to at some point.

Reaching a hand out to take the pills, she couldn’t stop herself from moving to inquire about his questions. She didn’t get a chance to, however, as he seemed to get hung up on the multiple implications of his wording and she couldn’t help but to pause and watch him start to flounder about to explain himself. Rather unnecessarily so at that.

Slender fingers hovered over the pill bottle for a couple of seconds before the hand was quickly making it’s way back to her person. Oh no. Oh no. His embarrassed floundering was so adorable! A reminder that for all his calm collectedness he was just as much as an axious dork as she was. The smile turned into one of amusement before her hand was covering her mouth. It was in vein because seconds later she was laughing.

She was aware she didn’t laugh much, felt like she didn’t really have a reason to with all the death and destruction that surrounded her. There was always too much in her heart and mind to worry about then taking the time to laugh. Since attending the college with the Ekoda trio (as she had come to call them) she had laughed a lot more but she was certain that it hadn’t ever sounded like the laughter she was producing now.

To her, at the very least, it sounded so much more pure and open. And her sides were hurting so bad!

“N-nooo, why are you s-so… so precious?!" 

The rambling came to a full and abrupt halt as Shinori spoke, and he blinked at her helplessly. Precious? She thought he was precious? Was this a good or a bad thing? Confused and started, the male detective stood there, expression falling with a head tilt to one side, not unlike a nervous golden retriever. 

"Ah…” was all that Hakuba could say in response at first, then realized – finally – that she was laughing. Not at him, really, or at least not cruelly so, but she was genuinely amused. And it was infectious. He laughed, himself, turning his head with a bite of his lip. God, he was embarrassed, but it was so nice to hear her full of such good spirits, especially in light of all that had happened. 

“Well, I don’t know about precious, but I’d accept ‘bumbling’ or ‘awkward,’ perhaps ‘hopeless,’  Kudo-kun…" 

At work, Hakuba was professional, calm, and so very confident. Flirty, even. At university, he was quiet, withdrawn, and a little bit cold. And here, in his bathroom with her, he was tripping all over himself. But at least he’d remembered to put pants on, which he was then very grateful for. 

The blush didn’t look like it was leaving any time soon, either. "But nevermind that; you’re gorgeous, your laugh is adorable, and I’ve made enough of a fool of myself. Shall I arrange something for breakfast? Or do you want to go back to bed?”

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A History of Perfect Mistakes

japansfamousdetective:

As he stood and turned away to find the medicine, she watched him a moment. It was both a look of admiration and… unsurity? Was he feeling a awkward about this as well? That thought actually made her feel a little better and she smiled softly at his back before standing and reaching for the robe. 

She didn’t know why but she always felt like Hakuba was too cool or sophisticated to be bothered by such things. She always thought he was something she, as a detective, ought to inspire to be more like in demeanor. It definitely seemed more preferable then her own off putting sort of manor. But this shared awkwardness seemed to sort of put them on the same level some how.

As he chanced a glance at her he’d find she wasn’t paying attention and was just in the process of sliding the robe on. A chance to look while she was lost in thought.

Of course his speaking up seemed to interrupt that thinking, her head turning to look at him as the robe closed up and her hands moved for the belt. She’d been expecting some sort of conversation about the night previous but his worry for her wasn’t how she imagined the start of it. Then again she hadn’t really been sure how it would start.

“No, Hakuba-kun. In fact, from what I remember, you did everything in your power to make sure you didn’t hurt me.” There was a shy but fond smile on her face at that. “It was… Well, I don’t think I ever thought about how my first time would be, but I’m certain if I had it would have been something like that.”

Hakuba gulped at that, then let out a quiet, relieved sigh as his smile returned, lop-sided and pleased under rosy cheeks. “I’m… quite glad to hear that, actually,” he said, and laughed at himself as he pulled away from the closet to approach her. 

“Though, this sort of opens up a whole lot of, ah, questions as to what to do now… at least we got that out of the way.” The comment came with another embarrassed flush, holding his hand out to offer the pills to her. “Not that, ah, I was… I mean, it’s not something to simply ‘get out of the way,’ by any means, but I mean, it’s… well, the… ice… broken… so you see, the… ah…”

So much for that calm, cool, collected facade. Oops. 

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A History of Perfect Mistakes

meitantei-cowlick:

She didn’t know why he was feeling guilty, there was no reason for it what so ever. Yes he may have been the one to suggest the wine but she could have easily said no. In fact she usually did. Mostly because she liked to keep her wits about her and didn’t know what alcohol of any sort did to her (though she knew now, sort of). Apparently a glass and a half and she was drunk.

How embarrassing. 

With her inhibitions impaired it had been so easy to not try and dodge his flirting with her as she usually did. Had no fear of returning similar actions. It was like letting him in a bit on the secret she was afraid for him to know. But after last night surely he had to have some idea. So… where did that leave them?

Keeping herself semi-curled where she was crouched, Shinori glanced to him and nodded. He’d seen all of her last night but being sober made her a little self conscious about being completely bare in front of him. Glancing to the robe, she nodded and gave him a small smile. 

“I appreciate that, thank you Hakuba." 

"Of course." 

Hakuba stood and went to the cupboard again, digging through the various medical supplies for the bottle of aspirin that he had in there somewhere. What was he doing? How had he managed to get so awkward? It wasn’t as if he hadn’t slept with someone before, god no, but this was Kudou, and… 

He sighed, pulling out the bottle to measure out two or three pills, chancing a glance back at her hesitantly. Was he allowed to look? Was he allowed to… appreciate? They were both adults. Colleagues, classmates, friends. And now this. He bit his lip. "Kudou-kun… Last night…" 

Now was not the time to be a coward, but he couldn’t help the anxiety that gnawed at him. Always gnawed at him. Why had he been so quick to get dressed? Was he putting up a wall? 

Was he simply overthinking things, as usual?

"You’re… you’re all right, aren’t you? Aside from the hangover, I mean. I didn’t… hurt you, did I?" 

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She was done attempting to empty her empty stomach by the time she heard Hakuba’s voice, tears stinging her eyes and maybe her mouth a bit of a mess from the attempt alone. This probably wouldn’t have been half as bad if she’d actually managed to empty her stomach of something, but then she could be wrong about that too. Not like she’d know at this point.

Looking up at him as he crouched near by, she took the water and happily downed some of it, relishing the way it smoothed out her throat and washed away the taste of stomach acid. She knew better then to drink too much too quickly at least. Oh but the water had been so nice she had wanted to.

“It’s… I don’t know,” she replied, moving to put a hand against her temple. “It feels a little off, and I think there’s some pain, but I don’t know how much of that is the hang over and how much was the attempt to empty my stomach.” It had gotten pretty bad for a moment there.

“Thank you, for the water." 

"You’re more than welcome, Kudo-kun,” Hakuba said, taking a moment to drink from his own water bottle afterward. Although he kept his tone and pleasant, it was no use trying to hide the guilt that permeated it.

It had been he who had suggested the wine, and he who had commented on her beauty the night before. So inappropriate… and he hadn’t expected her to react the way she had… 

He sat back on his heels a moment later, wanting to rub her back to offer some sort of comfort, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Not when he didn’t know where they now stood. So instead he cleared his throat with a small cough and gestured to the folded bathrobe. “I’ve brought you a robe; why don’t you put it on while I get some painkillers for you?”

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Shinori woke in an unfamiliar bed with an odd taste in her mouth, cuddled up to something warm and familiar. Brows knitted together she was aware of only a couple of things which was impressive for her upon waking up. The first thing she was aware of was that the house in which she was in was familiar, as familiar as the blonde she was snuggled up to.

The second thing she was aware of was that she, and the attractive blonde, were stark bare beneath the blanket. Pale cheeks went bright with color, blue eyes snapping open with confused clarity and she found herself wide awake. She was in bed with Hakuba, his bed she presumed from the brief bits of memory of the previous night she could remember. Naked. And they had been happily snuggling together like there hadn’t been anything wrong with the situation.

Not that there was entirely anything wrong with the situation, mind. There were just… It was just…

Moving to roll over, so as to maybe stop staring at the sleeping blonde in deep embarrassment, she found herself squeezing her eyes closed as her stomach lurched. Oh… No no, this couldn’t happen. She hadn’t drank enough to be hungover, right? But she’d obviously drank enough to end up in bed with her friend and crush..

Her embarrassment doubled when she had to slip herself from Hakuba’s hold and rush to the bathroom, attempting to retch though anything that had been in her stomach was long digested. However much she’d had, with nothing really to counter it, had obviously been enough to make her nauseously hung over. He was going to wake up to her naked and attempting to puke.

What a way for one’s crush to find them.

The shifting on the mattress called Hakuba’s attention from sleep, and he stirred reluctantly, clinging to the warmth and comfort of the sheets and the body that- wait. Where was the…? The male detective, vaguely aware of something missing, patted the bed next to him with his eyes closed, lips curving to a frown as the sound of retreating footsteps reached him. 

Still groggy, he clung to the remnants of slumber while recounting his schedule. The exam wasn’t until Monday; that left nearly two days to repair… some thirty-six hours… wait, what time was it? 

Hakuba rolled over, vaguely surprised to find himself without any clothing at all, and squinted at the bedside clock. It was still fairly early, but…  He groped next for his phone, checked the date, then hesitated. The night before- studying with Shinori, a little bit of wine to ease the stress, and… oh. 

That was when the retching caught his attention and he grimaced, quickly pulling himself up and out of bed, stumbling for his trousers and boxers, which he put on as he hopped over toward the bathroom.

“Kudo-kun?” he asked from the doorway, knocking gently on the frame before peeking in. Hakuba winced, remembering only then that not everyone could hold their alcohol as well as he could, and cautiously stepped, barefoot, onto the cold tile to tip-toe over to the closet, pulling out a towel, a clean bathrobe, and a bottle of water which he brought over to her, crouching. “God, I’m sorry…. here, some water. How’s your head?”

The development was admittedly a little sudden, but not exactly startling. After all, they’d kissed before the previous night already. Granted, it had been an oops moment, but they’d recovered well enough and… well, here they were.