“I don’t tend to sleep much, but when I do, it’s generally between midnight and six am… give or take, depending on what cases I have to work on, and if there are any academic duties to take care of.”
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“Quite tired, actually… it’s been a very, very long night. Far too much paperwork on top of my school exams and reports… I’ll be lucky if I make it to bed tonight, too.”
Hakuba wasn’t one to participate in police retreats except on special occasion – usually the promise of not being carded for alcohol and opportunities to get away to investigate on his own – but this time, his father had insisted, and for once, the young detective was grateful.
Kudou-kun was there, and despite what he’d heard, she’d been amicable toward him. That was probably due, in large part, to the ongoing, in-depth discussion of Sherlock Holmes, but even then, he hadn’t expected her to hold his hand during the hike. Nor had he anticipated her to calmly walk over in a towel and sit at the edge of the men’s side at the onsen, just so they could continue talking.
It had been wonderful to catch up with each other on all of their cases, theories, motivations, and of course Sherlock… so much so that they’d stayed together long after the others had passed out from drunkeness, leaning against the pillar on the broad porch, close for warmth. He wasn’t sure if he fell asleep first or not, but it didn’t really seem to matter…
…the other officers had a fantastic time giggling about it either way.
“It doesn’t look too bad…” Hakuba said, looking over the graze on the young woman’s arm. “But it may need stitches. Come here, sit down, I think I can handle this.” He reached in his field bag and took out gauze and a bottle of water to start cleaning out the injury. “You really didn’t want to let that criminal go, did you~?”
The hours went by as slowly as they possibly could, drawn out by empty stretches of night sky through the tiny, useless window on the plane. Hakuba sat straight and still with pillow support behind his back, attempting to read and ignore the fact that he was in pain. And bored. But that only worked for so long before he’d begun to doze off.
It was the third or fourth time that it happened that Hakuba finally looked over to his companion, one Hattori Heiji, noted amateur explorer, who had fallen asleep likely quite some time ago. Hakuba blinked tiredly at him, then shook his head, turning back to his book.
…only to give up about three minutes later, slumping against the window.
He wasn’t used to this. As many times as he’d been intimate with someone, the onsen presented a different sort of challenge. She didn’t seem worried. Blushing a little, yes, but she was that sort to begin with. He was the one that was nervous. A mixed bath in the mountains? Hot springs. Alone. There wasn’t even anything inherently scandalous about it all, just a case that took him North to a resort, and she’d been willing to come along to keep him company.
But there, in the warm, steaming waters, he couldn’t help hoping that she wouldn’t comment on him. She seemed content to sit against the side, likewise covered. Perhaps they were both shy.
Hakuba offered a little smile to Ran, sinking just a little lower in the bath. “So… Onsen… this is fun, isn’t it?”
“Now this is an image that I like very much… ah, I’m blushing more just… thinking about it and admitting this… let’s go with… 6. Or 7. I don’t know. Ah…"