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♠:Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

“There, now,” Hakuba said, hands trembling despite how calm his voice sounded as he finished adjusting the Osakan’s collar and tie. He stood behind the curtain with Hattori, both in suits and ties, waiting anxiously for their turn to address the press. The case had received quite a bit of attention, and their fathers (along with Jones) had turned it into a publicity opportunity. 

After all, who wouldn’t be interested in the sons of the Superintendent General and Superintendent Supervisor, working together, bringing in to justice half a dozen dangerous criminals who had dared threaten to blackmail and murder members of the Japanese police force? 

All the same, there were so many things about the case that neither of the teenagers felt up to sharing, and there were sure to be awkward questions. But, they’d have to weather through it; there was no avoiding the inevitable.

Leaning closer to his colleague, Hakuba forced a small smirk. “Do I look all right?”

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♞ {sick Kaito}

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

They hadn’t always gotten along, but that was no reason for Hakuba to turn his back when the thief actually needed help – whether he wanted it or not. 

With the rapidly changing weather, a nasty bug had made its way around the school, forcing many students to stay home, and many more miserably wearing masks. This meant that there were far less classmates to deliver notes to the invalid, and with Aoko also out sick, it was up to Hakuba to care for Kuroba. 

Bringing homework and carefully detailed notes to his ailing peer was one thing, but once Hakuba saw that Kaito was home alone – again – he knew that there was so much more that he needed to do. All in the name of humanitarianism, of course. 

“Now, now, Kuroba-kun…” the detective chided gently, adding yet another pillow behind his back. “Don’t try to speak with your throat so irritated: post-nasal drip is wretched business, just lean back and drink this tea… It has pure, local high-grade honey in it, which should help. Just where is your mum, anyway? How’re you to get better if you’ve no one to take care of you?”

Hakuba frowned at him, sitting at his bedside, ignoring the pained and exasperated expression of the other. 

“I may just have to stay at this rate. I can’t have you dying on me… not before I’ve gotten you to admit that you’re Kaitou KID.” A pause. “That was a little joke, there… it’s all right, you’re not laughing because of your throat, yes? So, yes, drink that tea…”

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♝: Reading a Book Together

Hakuba considered it kismet. As soon as Rei had introduced him to the wonder that was Tachibana Makoto, things had clicked into place without any sort of resistance at all. True, he was only in town for a couple of weeks to investigate the recent shenanigans at Iwatobi high school by his friend’s personal request, but he had been very well-received by the swim team and associates, which made for a very enjoyable business trip.

Makoto was of particular interest. Sweet, unassuming, charming… it seemed only natural to look to him for delegation of what needed to be done to carry out the investigation. Honestly, Hakuba could hardly ask for better working conditions on such a case. 

They sat on the steps leading up toward the swimmer’s house, basking in the filtered light of the hedges next to the steps in the afternoon sun. “Right,” Hakuba said, turning the page of the textbook on his lap, and pointed to another section. “And that is specifically why this algorithm works for this instance, but not for the other one…”

Physics. The interdependent marriage of science and math. Not a light subject, but one that Hakuba understood well. Which was likely the reason why helping Makoto with his homework before they got started on the detective business was now part of his to-do list. 

The detective reached over to scratch the head of the cat in Makoto’s lap, who purred and lazily stretched to drape over his leg, drooping toward the stair. 

“So you see, it’s all a matter of looking at the problem and choosing the correct formula to use for any given situation. That is to say, assessing the problem at hand, determining which variables need to be involved, and finding the formula that will get you that answer… consequently, here, it’s Newton’s 2nd Law that we’ll be using…”

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♙ (( Because hilarity please ))

♙: Sharing a bed

“Please, Hattori-kun…” Hakuba muttered into the pillow, refusing to open his eyes. “Just deal with it and get some sleep.” The argument had been going on for the better part of an hour, but the detectives had both been so exhausted from the case that it was mostly in the form of mumbles, grunts, and rolling around on the bed to try to get as far away from each other as possible.

“It’s not as if it’s really either of our fault… the hotel made a mistake, it was booked solid, and that is rather unfortunate, but at least we have a bed to sleep in instead of my car… or, heaven forbid, your motorbike, which would mean that we would be sleeping on the ground…” 

He sighed, shifting on the single, queen-sized bed again, trying in vain to get comfortable. But how could he with Heiji constantly complaining? “It’s just been a long day… a very, very long day… but we should be able to find better accommodations tomorrow, so long as we both act like mature, responsible young adults and get some rest… then a nice breakfast in the morning… shower… and then we’ll be on our way. I think we can probably handle this, don’t you think?”

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“Hattori-kun?" 

…

Hakuba pushed up onto his elbows to peek at the Osakan, who… was snoring quietly in the same position that he’d been in for the past long, long while.

"Hattori-kun! Have you been asleep this entire time?!”

…

“Hey… we were having such a good conversation…" 

…

"Hmf. Fine, then. I didn’t want to speak with you, anyway.”

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♔+ ♦ (because that combination is making so much sense~)

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♦: Slow dancing
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“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. 

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♙: Sharing a bed

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." 

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♕: Holding hands

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. 

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♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
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It had been a long night and the rain had been pouring for hours, yet that apparently hadn’t stopped the thief from making his way to the Hakuba estate as previously planned. This didn’t surprise the detective at all, though he’d immediately taken Kaito’s hand and dragged him from the window to his closet, and told him to put on some dry clothes.

“God, Kaito…” he muttered, trying not to laugh as he waited, leaning against the wall that separated them. “You know that you can use the front door, right? I do understand that you enjoy being deliberately sneaky, but this is just getting silly…”

His thoughts were derailed, though, when the other teen stepped out in a button-up collared shirt that was far too large for his frame, slightly damp boxers, and nothing else.

“…I…” Hakuba blinked, looking him over a few seconds before he his smile went crooked. “I thought you would find one of my secret t-shirts and some sweat pants, but I suppose this is good, too…”

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Nonsexual acts of Intimacy – Select from the following for my muse to respond to…

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing

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Bouquet, kiss, rose, xxoo

These are all that are left:

rose: are you romantic? 

“I like to think so, yes… I see no reason to be otherwise in appropriate situations, and I do tend to lean on the more idealistic versions of romance, anyway…"  

xxoo: are you dominant?

"Can you really see me as anything else?”

poem: write me a poem

“All right… let’s go with a standard haiku:

Those who wish to know
The secrets of Hakuba
Live disappointment.

"Ta-da.”