Heiji Hattori rested under a kotatsu that was slowly growing warmer. But not warm enough, it seemed. The Osakan shifted trying to get comfortable but each time he finally settled he could feel the chill settling into his bones. He stretched his arms out in front of him one the table, before completely slumping over so his head was resting against one of his arms. He let out a small sigh of defeat and resigned himself to waiting for the kotatsu to warm.
Then he felt something touch one of his hands and blessed heat seeped into his cold fingers. He opened an eye to find a mug resting against his had. Whatever was in it look absolutely delicious with a good amount of whip cream and chocolate powder. There was even a colorful straw sticking out of it.
Heiji picked up his head and gathered the mug carefully into his hands before taking a drink. The hot chocolate scolded his tongue and throat a bit but it wasn’t unbearable. He had to stop of course and lick the whip cream off his lips. He then looked to the person who had brought him this wonderful drink and was not surprised to see that it was Hakuba.
“I could kiss ya right now.” Heiji spoke happily a wide grin sweeping across his face.
“I get that a lot, Hattori-kun… try not to burn yourself too much, hm?”
“I don’t know if this is structurally sound or not, Hattori…” Hakuba frowned at the fort that the Osakan had constructed before he’d arrived, but found himself crawling into it, anyway. There, he looked over at the assorted casework that had been gathered, and frowned, looking at it, then at Heiji, tilting his head. “So this is your secret hideout, hm?"
AU where everyone has a mark on their body and it shines brightly when they meet/touch the person who will eventually murder them. Send me “Shine” to see my muse’s reaction when their mark starts to shine.
He’d known that the Koushien could be dangerous, mostly because there was so much about it that had been so off from the very beginning, but Hakuba hadn’t expected this. The detective was good at feeling out motive and intent on any typical day, but there was nothing that presented such clarity as the mark on the back of his wrist.
It was mostly covered by the watch that he wore, and he dutifully checked throughout the day just in case, as he’d seen it happen far too many times. Marks glowing, people dying. Murder was everywhere. Being a detective, he always knew that it would eventually happen to him, too, but… a teenager? A fellow detective?
Hakuba adjusted his suit jacket so that the sleeve covered the mark a little better, hoping that the soon-to-be-killer hadn’t seen it.
“I see” he said, continuing on with what he’d been saying before it had caught his attention. “So you’re Hattori Heiji-kun… My father speaks well of you.”
chocolate: what would you most like to receive on valentine’s day? couple: are you annoyed by public displays of affection? cupid: what’s your sexuality?
“Pansexual, if you want to get technical, though I don’t think this is really anyone’s business…”
Heiji just stared for a moment. Was this guy, one who had called Heiji hot-blooded, incompetent and a disappointment. Actually apologizing to him for something that Heiji was clearly at fault for? This was more awkward then finding out Kudo shrank down to the age of a six year old. And that one was rather hard to top.
In good conscience, and of course Heiji had the worst of those. He figured it would be best to dismiss Hakuba’s apology and apologize himself. And maybe, this could erase the bad start the two had? After all during the koushien when all things were set aside the two of them did work well together.
“No, don’t apologize it was my fault. So…’m sorry. I shoulda watched where I was goin.” Heiji muttered as he bowed to the other in apology much like the Brit had done for him. That should show him that Heiji at least had some manners. And boy did Heiji love proving people wrong.
“I hope I didn’t spoil yer fun. After all Osaka throws the best festivals.” he babbled afterwords. When in actually he should have just said goodbye and left. Instead of standing here trying to make conversation with someone who disliked him. Maybe if he prayed hard enough the ground will swallow him, or Kazuha will come and save him from such an embarrassing situation.
As difficult as it was to listen to the Osakan carry on, Hakuba managed a fake little smile and another nod, wincing as he looked Heiji over once more. “Ah, no, I’m certain that things will be fine… one little bump in the road is nothing but an interesting occurrence to break up the monotony of the journey and keep you grounded in the present, hm?”
Hakuba had no idea if what he’d just said made any sense to Heiji, much less to himself, but he hoped that it would at least serve as some sort of transitory passage to let them move on with their lives. If he had to listen to any comments about his yukata, he might die of embarrassment.
“Ah, anyway, it’s fine, and I’m pleased to see that you’re fine, so… yes, go. Enjoy your festival; I’ve heard many wonderful things about it, and am looking forward to seeing what your beautiful city has to offer."
