♜: Shoulder rubs
When Kaito felt hands curl around his shoulders, gently but still suddenly enough for him to give a start, it pulled him from whatever sort of sleepy daze he’d put himself in and his eyes snapped open in a hint of alarm to look over his shoulder, a hand instinctively reaching reaching for the cardgun that was usually in his pocket.
In his uniform pocket, that was.
Not his pajamas.
Then again, he didn’t exactly need it, once he realized who it was, and sheepish embarrassment flashed across his face. The familiar smile on his detective’s lips and the gentle squeeze to his shoulders made him drop his head back down onto Hakuba’s desk and the heist plans he’d brought over from his own house.
“You almost gave me a heartattack,” Kaito snorted quietly, teasingly, lips curving upwards. The playful air disappeared almost the moment Hakuba started rubbing his shoulders, though, body relaxing and going lax less than a few seconds after, indigo eyes drifting closed with a soft, pleased noise. “Though…”
God, that felt amazing.
“I…guess I can…deal with…”
And that was the sound of Kaito’s mind powering off completely.