“Of course I don’t get an adrenaline rush from ‘moonlight escapades’- as I’ve told you, there aren’t any.”
He needed to get out of there. The room smelled strongly of rubbing alcohol, and it was so small compared to the classroom- he wasn’t claustrophobic, but he hated being cooped up. And, of course, Hakuba. The British detective’s presence always made him feel odd.
Kaito moved his arm, wincing as his shoulder protested. But it did hurt less. He stood up. “‘bye, Hakuba-kun. See you tomorrow.”
"Ah…” Hakuba’s teasing demeanor shifted to concern as he watched the other teen get to his feet, frowning. “Leaving so soon? I thought you were supposed to rest a touch. Are you already right as rain?"
The detective frowned, suddenly sheepish as he tried to come up with some sort of justification to ask him to stay. Or, failing that, to go with him. "It was a nasty spill, after all… could you benefit from an escort, at least?”
