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Oh Come On You Look Cute~

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2. Only a hoodie that’s too big

Shinori looked herself over in the mirror and couldn’t stop herself from blushing brightly, small fingers poking out from the overly large sleeves to fix her glasses for the umpteenth time. She appreciated the jacket to cover herself while her clothes washed, no thanks to a certain thief and his ridiculous pranks, but to think about the fact she was naked beneath it…

“This is ridiculous,” she scowled at herself, crossing her arms of her chest. Which may have pulled the edge of the hoodie higher up her thigh, which caused her to yank it down as soon as she noticed. “It’s just Hakuba, and at least I’m clothed in something that won’t fall off my frame.”

Straightening her shoulders some, the female detective tried to get a handle on her embarrassment before walking out of the bathroom to search out the blonde who was far too kind to offer her clothing and a place to sleep for the night. She wasn’t going to let something as silly as wearing nothing but one of his overly large (on her) hoodies be a reason to not hang out with her friend.

She didn’t notice that her fingers had moved to comb through her uneven shoulder length hair in nervous habit.

When the young woman found him, Hakuba couldn’t help but smile at the way that she looked. God, she was adorable. As mortifying as he’s certain the whole situation must have been for her, she did wear it well. 

“Ah, Kudou-kun,” he said, greeting her with an arm full of blankets and sheets. “I’ve got the fresh sheets for the guest room, if you’re about ready for bed. And…” Hakuba looked her over once again, smile turning sympathetic. “I’m so sorry that that’s all I had to offer… I don’t even think my drawstring sweats would do; you’re just so wonderfully petite.  Will you be comfortable enough for the night? Your clothes will be ready and hanging on your door by morning." 

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He had, indeed, had his arms around his sleeping friend. Had snuggled up to him like he was the perfect source of heat and slept ever so peacefully. Or, at least, more peacefully then Shinichi had. The currently not-bespectacled detective looked like he was torn between being comfortable and not despite how heavily he seemed to sleep. 

And Shinichi was usually a very deep sleeper, his own parents could attest to this with how often they’d pulled him from his bed and whisked him away on some family thing with out so much as a twitch from the boy. The key would, of course, being usually. There were times in which Shinichi was the lightest of sleepers and that had only really been a more recent thing to crop up.

Life as Conan had made it a little more difficult to sleep as of late and he usually got around this by staying up until he crashed. If he didn’t he was always up and down and couldn’t get the rest his body required. And considering the plight of anxiety (and wanting to take care of his friend) last night’s sleep hadn’t been kind to him at all.

As such, when Hakuba slipped from the bed he stirred but said nothing, figuring the other was probably off to the bathroom or some such. He wasn’t putting much thought or care into what his friend was doing at the moment until he heard the cough. There was a shifting under the pile of blankets where Shinichi was though he didn’t sit up or even make it known if he was looking at the blonde. 

“Oi, if you’re going to the bathroom you better go and hurry back. You’re sick and need to rest.” His voice was hazy with sleep, almost husky, and a little on the grumpy side. “If you’re not going to the bathroom get back into bed. It’s cold.”

For a moment, the other detective believed that he’d actually gotten away with the sound, but then the voice sent a chill up Hakuba’s spine and he froze in place. A heated blush spread over his cheeks quickly – perhaps a little too quickly – and he glanced back over his shoulder again at his unhappy counterpart. There were several things amiss with the situation; namely, he was naked, his scars were exposed, his clothes were not within reach, and Kudou knew this and had asked him to come back to bed. 

What did that even mean? Confused and just a little more groggy than he’d like to admit, Hakuba cleared his throat with another, tiny cough, then shivered again. Right; the air was cold, especially over his feverish skin. What was he to do? Dare he crawl back under the covers, fully aware of the predicament and potential implications? Or should he make some excuse and attempt to flee? 

“I’ll be all right,” he tried to reason, though even he had to admit that he sounded exhausted still. “I shouldn’t have taken over your bed… just let me get to my clothes and I’ll call a cab…" 

The warmth of the bed called to him even as he spoke, eyelids drooping as he looked back at it, shivering once more. Perhaps a few more minutes would be fine; just long enough to warm up again. Hakuba turned back, pulling the covers to preserve his modesty as he crept back into the safety of the blanket huddle, burrowing under to hide himself. If he kept his back to Shinichi, it would be fine, right? He had nothing to be ashamed of… not really…  just…

… ..        … sl e e p

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There was a startled noise, as quiet as he could manage, at the feel of Hakuba pulling him closer. He hadn’t been expecting this at all and his eyes were wide and staring in the dark. At least it was done in the blonde’s sleep, so the chance of it being done on purpose was slim to none. Not that it would be a problem had it actually been done on purpose, but it seemed less embarrassing for it to be simply done in his sleep.

He’d finally come to terms with the action, accepting that he needed the warmth and that it would be rude to pull away, and started to relax some. A soft sigh left him and his eyes closed just a moment before Hakuba nuzzled his shoulder and he stiffened again at the action. At the shiver, though, he relaxed just enough to try and hold him a little closer. 

He was torn between being embarrassed at their proximity (and the nice nuzzling) and worried because Hakuba was still cold. He doubted, at this rate, he’d get much sleep tonight.

Despite the plight of the hapless native detective, Hakuba managed to get fairly comfortable, sleeping through the rest of the night with relative ease. When he woke, he felt stiff and sore from his running around the previous evening, but oddly at ease. It was comfortable to wake up next to someone; this was something that he knew well.

Of course… as those thoughts lingered, he realized that he hadn’t bedded anyone in the course of the evening, and in fact, should be quite alone in the Kudou house. At least, that’s what he’d assumed – Kudou would find him in his bed and elect to sleep wherever else was appropriate. So who, then, did he have his arms wrapped around? 

Hakuba slowly opened his eyes, blinking at the soft morning light, which was crowded still in the lull of the storm. Lifting his head, he saw the face of his idol, his colleague, and- dare he be so presumptuous  -his friend. Still fully clothed, thank god, and also, apparently, asleep. He could only imagine the other’s mortification at having been clung to by a naked associate, who shouldn’t have been in his bed in the first place, and couldn’t help but grimace. What a faux pas for him to have made!

Carefully, the blond began to extract himself. Although nothing would have made him happier than to stay right there in the warmth with someone he admired, listening to the gentle rain on the rooftop, he knew that it was grossly inappropriate… and that the feeling probably wasn’t reciprocated. He’d have to be careful if he were to escape and get dressed without being noticed, but if there was one thing he was very good at, it was creeping out of bed without waking anyone up.

Though, he usually didn’t have to stop to cough, which he did then, sitting at the side of the bed, hand over his mouth. Ugh… no… the chill had left a rattle in his lungs. Blushing, Hakuba glanced back over his shoulder to see if Shinichi had managed to stay asleep, fingers crossed on the hand that braced him against the bed. 

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It didn’t take a genius high school detective to piece together what had happened, and honestly he wasn’t surprised really to find him passed out in his bed. It was really just the naked part that had caused most of the reaction. Thankfully as long as he stayed on this part of the bed it should be fine.

Would have been fine had he not noted the way Hakuba had shifted as if he was stirring and not wanting to, tugging the pillow a little more. And the mattress space closest to Hakuba felt a little too cold to be comfortable, like Hakuba himself was too cold and it was seeping into the mattress beneath him. It made the smaller male frown and as he rolled over to peer at the sleeping blonde.

Warring with himself a couple of minutes he eventually came to a decision and moved closer to try and provide a bit more warmth for his friend.

The warmth was appreciated, letting Hakuba drift deeper into sleep… at least for the moment. Once his body had gotten used to the source of heat being there, he found himself bothered by the lack everywhere else, and rolled toward him in an effort to find more. And, once he found Shinichi, he couldn’t hold back the urge to wrap his arms around him, drawing the warmth closer. Much better. 

Hakuba nuzzled against his shoulder and gave a small sigh, shivering. With such a nice warm heat rock, there was no way that the little dragon- whom he played in his dream- could be unhappy. 

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(Ohgosh! I didn’t know Haku played piano and violin as well! Ohno he and Shinichi have so much in common.

yes good. this needs to happen for sure. datethreadmaybe)

((You can’t see it, but I’m nodding very sagely. Yes. Good. I approve of this idea. A lot. I should reply to our thread(s)…. and see where they take us. >8) ))

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(lolol He won’t actually sing, he’d refuse to to be honest. He knows he can’t sing for shit. He’d happily play piano or violin though!)

((CONCERT DUET, ACTIVATE! Hakuba plays piano and violin, too…. ahhhh that would be so cool… all talented and super suave, with the violins and pianos and Hakuba singing~~~ I love this idea. Let’s do it.))

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Shinichi hadn’t expected to find Hakuba, of all people, in his bed and naked. He was assuming naked because he couldn’t see all of him hidden under his blanket (though he was likely wearing boxers at least). His first reaction was to blush brightly and leave the room, leaving the rather large bed to the blonde alone but he also didn’t want to leave the blonde alone. So red faced and nervous, he crawled onto his side of the bed and kept as much distance between them as he could out of decency.

It was an awkward situation to be sure; one that Hakuba would have never let happen, normally, unless certain other conditions had first been met. The blond detective stirred somewhat when he felt the bed press to allow for more weight, and he tugged at the pillow under his head in a desperate attempt to stay asleep.

It had been a long night – the storm hadn’t ceased as he’d been told, his car had stalled thanks to the attack earlier that evening, and he’d had to break into the Kudou home just to escape the torrent. His clothes hung in the bathroom over the shower curtain rod to dry, but he hadn’t managed to find any replacements in the interim. Yes, he’d found Kudou’s room, but Shinichi was far slighter than he was.

In the end, Hakuba had given into exhaustion and crawled into the bed, hoping that Shinichi would understand when they were able to talk. After all, the foreign detective wouldn’t have become the proverbial visiting Goldilocks without a very good reason. As it was, the chill of wind and rain clung to him, leaving his pale skin cool to the touch despite the blankets.