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?”
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What’s one thing your muse has always wanted to say to mine?
You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew who I reallywas.
Conan chuckled nervously and waved a hand at the fair-haired detective, “I don’t know about all that respect and power stuff. I’m just a kid, and I’m not sure I’d have time to be an apprentice with school helping Uncle Kogoro out.”
Dinner had been amazing, the candlelight, the soft music, and the food. Oh the food was divine. But the best thing about the evening had been the company. Ran loved spending every moment she could with the Detective. Now, she sat across the table from him, chin in her hands and eyes transfixed on his own. His brown irises were so inviting in the glow of the candles. She was so happy he’d taken her to the restaurant. She didn’t have much chance to dine on Italian food and when she had, it wasn’t of the caliber this place had to offer.
They’d spent the better half of an hour enjoying pasta and conversation and when he ordered dessert, Ran knew better than to protest. She was interested as she’d never had Tiramisu before. She’d only heard about it.
When the waiter brought the plate over, Ran hadn’t even thought to ask why there was only one serving. It looked so delicious, the flaky layer upon layer tempting her with the aroma of coffee and cocoa. She took a deep breath. “It looks so good.” She commented, watching out of the corner of her eye as he raised a fork. Slicing a small piece off the side he held it up for her. Giggling, Ran opened her mouth and took a bite. The aroma was only half the experience as it almost melted on her tongue. She savored the taste before swallowing and taking the fork from him. Gingerly, she copied his motions and fed him a piece with a blush. She hoped the evening would never end.
My muse playing with their hair ((lol this is probably in our AU thing))
“Your hair smells nice..” Hakuba had invited her over for a movie marathon on some Sherlock Holmes adaptations and other Mystery films, Shiho couldn’t help but humor him for awhile. A few minutes into the movie they had suggested some snacks which the other had volunteered to get, after he sat down Shiho caught a whiff of his hair; it smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. Her hands couldn’t help but ruffle his hair, it was really soft too. It didn’t look like the other minded. “I find your hair adorable.” She just kept twirling some locks on her fingers throughout the movie. —
“There’s a lot of things that haven’t changed about you.” The detective gave her an interested look. The two were at Agasa Hakase’s living room, while the detective had decided to see what was on TV the other had opted to read a novel Kudou had suggested. Though they both still conversed. Ai had decided that it was a good chance to ruffle Hakuba’s hair while he was still sitting, “One of them is your love for Holmes—” She raised one finger, “—and two your conditioner.” Another finger was raised with a teasing chuckle.
♗:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
Yet
another heist that had ended in a horrible nightmare. The thief,
currently back to being Kaito was exhausted. Neither him nor Hakuba –
apparently – had known that Spider was back in Japan. At least the Brit
had seemed just as surprised as he was, when the illusionist suddenly
popped up during their banter on the roof. It was a lot like the first
time around, reality had blurred around the edges and suddenly they were
in the middle of horrifying scenarios. At least Kaito had known what to
make of it this time and he was set on making the illusionist work to
flip his brain. The needle he had felt hitting his neck right before the
blurry first moments was proof enough, the other wasn’t comfortable
enough to hypnotise him without drugs.
He was about to drown –
literally and was just thankful enough for the fact that Spider did not
seem to know about his phobia to actually manage and make him scream in
terror, when another gush of real water had hit him. It was an awful,
but obviously effective method to wake someone up. Drenched in water he
had made his escape, leaving another hastily made up riddle for the
assassin to throw him off, too. And then he raced downstairs again,
reviving Kaito that had been around as a consultant for this heist,
before racing right back up again. He made a lot of noise, imitating the
force coming up on the roof, so when he finally barged out into the
cold night air, the red lights were gone. He was more than glad to find
Hakuba alive and more or less alright. He looked ‘only’ shellshocked.
Because
of the roadblocks and masses of people, Kaito had asked the detective
to come along with Jii-chan and him, they could just drop him off at
home.
So, sliding in to the backseat, he was barely awake
himself, he didn’t even care anymore that his hair was more than
obviously damp, which would have counted as further proof on his other
identity for the detective. But he obviously was just as tired, judging
by the fact that he had slid down the backrest and unceremoniously
dropped right in Kaito’s lap. Oh well, he had saved his hind, so… he
patted the blonde’s cheek and pushed some hair out of his face, before
his own head dropped as well and his hand just lay still.
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.
The adrenaline and excitement that had kept him going during their time in the Lavender Mansion was bound to run out at some point, leaving his little body feeling exhausted.
Conan had tried his hardest to stay awake and enjoy the trip back to to shore, but he found it impossible to keep his bleary eyes open. Slumped in the boat’s bench-like seats, he told himself that a short nap wouldn’t do him any harm. Besides, Ran would wake him up once they reached the dock. Until then, he would settle against her and allow sleep to take him.
What he didn’t realize was that he wasn’t the only one feeling worn out from the day’s earlier events, nor did he realize that it wasn’t Ran he had snuggled into. The depth of his fatigue had made him numb to the fact that she had shifted out of her seat to admire the sea, while an equally tired blond settled in beside him.
He had intended on conversing with the little detective, but neither of them seemed ready to speak. Instead, they remained where they were, fast sleep and completely unaware of the fun that Hattori would have should he find them leaning on each other.
