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☣ :Character my muse respects greatly.

There are many people that Hakuba respects, but one in particular is little Edogawa Conan, whom he believes has great talent and potential. It’s difficult to say whether Hakuba suspects that Conan might be more than just an unusually intelligent boy or not, but even if he does… the next person on the top of his list would be Kudou Shinichi, anyway. 

…this may lead to awkwardness at some point when Hakuba learns that his kouhai is also his senpai, but eh. 

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The thief quietly opened the window and stepped down into the room, not surprised to find the other asleep. He’d come a lot later than he’d intended, after all. The lack of clothes did cause a blush to rise up, much as he tried to fight it. Kid gave a brief thought to leaving and coming back another night… which he might still follow through with. But for the now, he simply walked to the bed and pulled the covers over the sleeping detective, then took a few steps back and smiled softly.

It was the lack of cold that woke the detective, who rolled over sleepily at the sudden presence of warmth. “Mm…?” Hakuba asked of the dark, vision slowly coming into focus after blinking, then stifled a yawn.

He’d spent most of the night running, as he often did during Kaitou Kid heists, but it was the waiting up afterward that had really sapped the energy from him. It was so difficult to wait and worry, wondering if he’d receive any word that his friend and classmate had made it back safely. Even after having his safety confirmed, there was always that little chance that he might come to pay him a visit… 

…but on nights like this, when the moon dipped behind the cityscape, Hakuba admitted defeat, showered, and crawled into bed. After all, the lack of visitors meant that he could dry off and sleep at the same time, without worry for modesty or the secret of the scars that marred his back.

So it was a surprise to find Kid there, smiling, body framed by the evening light in the window. He managed a smile in return, lifting a hand to rub the sleep from his eyes, and carefully pushed up onto his elbows while staying covered.

“Still alive, I see…” Hakuba said, voice soft. “I waited for you." 

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It had taken him two days, which considering the people behind it were good at covering their track, this was good. Hattori’s katana was grasped tightly in his hands as he slowly made his way through the house, clearing each room as quietly as possible. Finally he’d reach the last room, it was on in the back; a guest room. He slowly opened the door, Katana raised, ready for attack but nearly fell out of his hands as his eyes fell upon the sight of Hakuba. Naked. Tied up. On a bed.

Although the blood had dried, the patchy brown and crimson streaks remained under his nose, his mouth, and down his throat. Besides the bruises over his form, the worst of the damage appeared to be from the wound on the side of his head, evident by the blood-matted clump of hair.

Just seventeen hours previous, he’d been unconscious from the blow. Now he was just asleep, exhausted by his attempts to escape- which left his wrists raw and bleeding – the exposure, and the lack of water. As such, he didn’t stir when the door opened; only continued each raspy, shallow breath.

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“Heeyy Haakuubbaa,” Kado called, knocking on the detective’s bedroom door, having already let himself in. After a minute of unanswered silence he pushed it open with a hint of irritation. “What was it you wanted to talk abou-” He huffed when he found the detective asleep, going over to shake him awake. “Did you forget you asked me to come ov…” A yelp escaped him followed by him tripping on nothing as the detective rolled over to reveal himself naked. “Itt-ai,” Kado whined with a crimson face.

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Kado wasn’t the only one to color. It took less than two heartbeats for the blond detective to wake, realize what had happened, and for the tint to race across his cheeks. “Ah- oh, K-Kado!” 

Hakuba sat up quickly – a little bit too quickly – and gathered the blankets around himself with a grimace. Had he forgotten…? Why had he come? Oh, god, right, the meeting. 

“Apologies… I… think I may have gone a little overboard with the scotch while I waited for our appointment…" 

He swallowed hard, taking a moment to take in the surroundings. Hakuba remembered the hotel room well enough, but when had he gotten undressed? Where had the bottle of scotch gone? And why… why were the balcony doors open? Oh, god, what a headache.

"If you’ll wait, just… a moment, I can get dressed. So sorry, Kado. Thank you for coming." 

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♜ :My muse’s best friend.

Historically, there’s no one closer to Hakuba than Baaya. 

In the RP scene, there’s Akira, Emi, Devin, and one Akako, whom he adores.

I mean, depending on who’s writing them, he’s also quite fond of Kaitos, Kudous, and Hattoris, but above all, it’s Baaya. 

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♥ :Weird ship I have for my muse.

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Hakuba and Sonoko. I think they would be a perfect pair, TBH, though I write them as good friends, instead. 

“Ah, Sonoko, you look absolutely ravishing this evening~”
“SAGURUUU! Oh my GOD it’s been forever! Are you here for the party?!”
“Of course, of course! I wouldn’t miss one of your mother’s fine soirees while I’m in town. It was very kind of her to invite me, in fact; please do remind me to thank her later on.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure, but in the MEAN TIME, come with me! I want you to see all of the INSANELY HOT guys that are going to show up! We can watch them as they come up the stairs and into the foyer from the balcony~”
“That does sound like the most ideal position, yes. If you’ll just take my arm, my dear…”
"Oh, GURU~! You’re such a gentleman!”
“Nonsense. Come along, Sonoko~”

…and then they check out all of the hot men and women together.