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Kaito expelled a short breath of air and winced. There quiet a bit of pain in that statement and he fully understood. He was just tired and that was an excuse but never gave him the right to be a jerk. Hakuba had asked him for his help and he just bit at him. Raking a scarred hand through his already disordered hair he sighed and smeared a little bit of blood across his forehead.
“Hakuba, I’m sorry. I’m just tired. I didn’t sleep well. An act I was practicing last week sort of back fired and I’ve been sore. You said you wanted my advice on something.” He smiled gently; apologetically and didn’t mention that it were nightmares that haunted him and that ‘trick’ cost him a few broken ribs and a sprained wrist was what kept him from sleeping.

The quick apology did much for easing the detective out of his sudden defenses. He was still upset, yes, but he managed to relax his back against the chair behind him, mouth twitching into a small, wincing smile. Kuroba was cordial, clearly; he should give him another chance. Hakuba nodded, shrugging his shoulders, and reached for the sugar.

“Ah, yes, that’s all right. It’s about… Ah- Kuroba-kun, you’re bleeding… Are you all right?” Hesitantly, he rose from his chair and leaned over the table to see if he could get a better look without getting too close. “Your head? Or your hand, perhaps… should get a bandage…" 

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 At first he was going to just going to dismiss the detective and get on back to work on the twenty millions thing that had decided to break on him at the last heist starting with his hang glider. With the tray on the table Kaito took the pot and began to pour in grading heights starting at the lip of the pot then high. Once the water was done he placed the kettle back on the stove and closed up the pot.

“To be honest I didn’t think I was going to either. I really wasn’t in the mood to entertain.” That was a first for him but he can have his off days too. “But you looked like you really needed the help.”

He smiled and his internal timer called the tea good to be drank. Pouring the brew into the china he place a readied cup inf ront of Hakuba and then served himself with three sugar cube and a small amount of cream.

…oh.

The color in Hakuba’s face drained as the realization set in. He’d known that Kuroba didn’t care for him much, and no one really enjoyed being interrupted, but saying such out loud? The cold twist of his stomach made everything at the table suddenly very unappealing. Swallowing against the constriction in his throat, Hakuba slowly, cautiously straightened up in his seat, shoulders squaring back, expression fading first to one of wounded pride, which he tried and failed to hide.

“Ah.” The detective let his hands rest in his lap, the fingers of his left feeling through slacks for the gold watch in his pocket. It was still there. “Well, since you’ve gone to all of this trouble, I’ll try to keep it as brief as possible so that you can get back to your work. Again,” Hakuba’s tone transitioned to one of calm neutrality, lips becoming nothing more than a thin, straight line. “I apologize for the interruption. Shall I begin?”

It was difficult to keep the underlying irritation out of his voice. If the damned thief hadn’t wanted him there, he shouldn’t have let him inside. He didn’t need to be invited in only to be told that he was unwanted!  It was insulting, really. And it hurt. 

The watch made a snapping sound as he flipped it open with his thumbnail and peered at it under the table, confirming the time before putting it away again. 

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“Just about.” Even though his back was to Hakuba he really didn’t have to see him to feel the waves of curiosity. The kettle whistled and sputtered and Kaito snagged it off the burner then balanced the tray one handed and made his way back to Hakuba.   

“Could you grab the tray and set it on the table?”

“Yes, certainly.” Hakuba was at least familiar with this step, hopping up from the chair to take the tray from Kaito as requested. A courtesy nod was given before he turned away, placing said tray at the center. It was a lovely spread, really; much like tea time with Baaya, though they didn’t have Walkers usually. Not without his mum sending up a special box from home. What an odd and unexpected treat! 

“I appreciate your humoring me, Kuroba-kun. I honestly didn’t think that you’d let me through the door…" 

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“You can sit down and stay out from under my feet while I make the tea.” Kaito clipped and opened the pantry for the tea. A beat up plain grey kettle came in to view along with a small earthen pot. After he water was put on the stove Kaito moved back into the pantry and pulled down some Walker shortbread cookies in a red tin. 

Smoothly Kaito moved about the tiny kitchen with practiced ease. Pulling out the bone china tea set with the gold trim and rose overlay, arranging the cups, pot and cookies on plates and a tray in the same design. Sugar came off a high self in the cabinet above the stove and cream ventured from the fridge in a matter of minutes the only thing they waited for was the water.

Stay out from under… oh. “Oh! Right, ah, apologies, Kuroba-kun!” Hakuba backpedalled from his former classmate, retreating to a chair over yonder to observe from a safe distance. It didn’t keep his gaze from wandering, though, memorizing every little detail that he could about the kitchen and what he could see of the rest of the house. 

Of course, he then noticed the particular brand of cookie and cocked his head to one side, curious and yet again surprised. Other puzzle pieces fell into place the longer he watched, too, painting a familiar yet vague sort of picture that he felt he should have been able to recognize before. 

The tea set’s design… sugar, cream, shortbread cookies? Was Kuroba not making matcha? Who didn’t make matcha for guests? And if not green tea, what kind of tea was Kuroba making?  He leaned forward in hopes of getting a better view, but in the interest of staying out of the way, he never let himself quite leave the chair – only almost.

“Do you still have everything well in hand, Kuroba-kun?” he called. 

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Kaito wanted so badly to break out into a wide smile but held back to a minor passive one. To be honest he had completely forgotten about the shoes being there but they did provide a perfect opportunity to see is Hakuba would react traditionally. Well there was a reaction, a tiny one, at least there wasn’t the screaming accusations.

“Great!! Let me put on the kettle and grab the tea. You can sit where ever you like. Make yourself at home.” He said cheerily and moved easily to the kitchen area. Leaving Hakuba to find his own way.

The abundant cheer seemed manic at best, and Hakuba winced as he followed along. Had he upset Kuroba by noticing the shoes? What should he have done? And why, now, was he being granted such freedom in the house? It worried him. Worried him in that way when prey knows it’s being played with, even if the cat swears otherwise. The detective padded, slippers making soft sounds as he attempted to keep up, not wanting to get lost or be swept with too much temptation. And there was, really, so much temptation.

“Th-thank you,” he said, voice full of caution. But, really, now that he had Kuroba talking to him, he didn’t really want to leave his side. “Is there anything that I can do to help?”

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“You’re welcome.” He chirped and knelt down in front of the mans feet to collect the shoes and lay the slippers down. Carefully and neatly he rested the dress shoes next to one that look frightfully like KID’s and closed the door softly.

“Do you want anything? Tea?” He asked with his usually teasing tone. 

“Tea would be…”   Hakuba’s voice trailed off as the shoes caught his gaze and he blinked at them, freezing for a heartbeat as the evidence smacked him in the face. He recognized those shoes. They were, without a doubt- no, there was the possibility for assumptions to ruin him, but they could EASILY be – Kaitou Kid’s shoes.

But why would Kuroba leave them by the door? His brows knit but he tore his gaze away, biting back the oh-so-strong urge to investigate. Leave it, he commanded himself like he might a hunting dog. Instead, he turned his attention  back to Kaito and nodded with another small and carefully measured smile. “Lovely. Tea would be lovely, thank you.”

If the tease was noticed, he didn’t let it show. Whether that was because he was used to Kuroba’s teases or he just didn’t care enough as long as there was tea… was up for debate. 

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For the second time that morning Kaito felt his brow lift. He aloud Hakuba pass before closing the door. Out of habit he click the lock closed then quickly opened it again. “Sorry habit. You can place your shoes in here. Do you want a pair of slippers?” He said with a small grin and crouched next to the shoe cupboard. With a soft slide of the door he waited for the shoes and an answer. 

It took a little bit of effort to remove his stupidly expensive shoes, but Hakuba did so as quickly as he could, practiced movements still a little bit awkward at the impracticality of it all. “Ah, yes, please,” he said in regard to the slippers, stepping out of his shoes and offered them to him. It was so… odd to see Kuroba there, serving him. It was only polite, of course, but… even so… he felt somehow guilty. 

He knew that he was being ridiculous; Kuroba had invited him in, had been more or less cordial in class before aside from the pranks… there was really no reason for him to be afraid. Well, other than the uncertainty of addressing the topic, anyway. 

“Thank you…" 

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Now this was a change and a confusing one. Kaito shift on the balls of his feet to his heels, a sign of relaxation in his book. His curiosity was piqued but he was also conflicted. His self protection as KID and the longing for a person to simple be near, even if it was Hakuba, were waging war. Slipping his hands out of his pockets he rested one on the door lightly then looked back to the man. He wonder if Hakuba knew how apparent his thoughts and feelings were at the moment. 

Shifting to the side he held the door open and offered a pass inside. “We’ll talk inside.”

Of all of the responses that he’d considered for Kuroba to give, that was near the bottom of the list. At least, of the responses that made any sort of logical sense whatsoever. Hakuba blinked, confused, and it took a few seconds for it to process before he nodded. 

“Oh! If that’s really all right, Kuroba-kun…” That was a politeness convention of Japanese culture, for certain. All the same, he managed a bow and took the opportunity to step inside, shock and awe readily apparent on his face. He laughed in spite of himself, shaking his head. “God, I never expected you to…”

He cut himself off abruptly, grimacing. Bad slip. 

“Ah… Shoes off here…?" 

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A soft laugh escaped the master thief then morphed into something a bit stronger. It wasn’t blusterous; it wasn’t even loud but it did make Kaito’s sides hurt from the strain. Struggling to right himself he straightened and took a deep breath.

“I’m doing fine. I’ve picked up a part time job and sent in some applications and got a few replies.” He said quietly and watched the sky.

It was a strange sort of calm for him. A weird, very weird feeling seemed to shift and settled in him.  Looking back to his former classmate he moved his hands away from the door to his hoodie’s pockets.

“I wasn’t expecting you to ever swing by here. Except with another claim that I’m KID. So why are you here, Hakuba?”

Of course Kaito would immediately assume… why wouldn’t he?!  God, accuse a person for the same crime half a dozen times and suddenly that’s all that ever seems to stick.

“It wasn’t to accuse you of anything, Kuroba-kun, if that’s what you’re insinuating…” Hakuba said, immediately on the defensive, though he halted the worst of it quickly. “Ah, no, I… I actually wanted to talk. If you had time. I…” He sighed. “What I mean to say is…” There were plenty of things that he could list – he was lonely, he needed a friend, he missed him, he wanted to find out how the whole stealing precious stones thing was going… 

In the end, what he decided was a quiet and apologetic request.

“…I need some advice." 

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A neatly groomed eyebrow winged up at the detective’s flustered speech  and complete out of character nerves. Awkward smile. He thought then opened the door a bit wider to get a good swing shut in case he had to bolt. “Huh?" 

That… wasn’t quite the response he’d been expecting. What was the protocol for that sort of thing in Japanese culture? Smile fading, Hakuba strained to remember, desperately recalling what he’d learned from textbooks and Baaya, but returned no results. Perhaps he needed to restate the question in way that was more direct? That felt wrong, somehow, for both Japanese and British culture, but he really couldn’t think of anything else. 

"We graduated fifteen days ago, Kuroba-kun… I wanted to see how you were holding up without your classmates to tease. Are… things going well for you?" 

It wasn’t the real reason he came, but he was genuinely interested in Kaito’s well-being.