SToP! DRaBBLE TIEM~!
ps I own nothing
no one was entirely sure how... and everyone was entirely sure that they didn't want to know /why/. Even the teacher had done little more than blink at the spectacle at the back of the class, before turning, and beginning the lesson, as usual.
Aoko was the only one who cared, mostly because said spectacle was keeping Kaitou from pestering /her/, and hence delaying their romp with the mop.
Hakuba didn't count, as he was /part/ of the spectacle.
Kaitou stood on his desk, smirking that little smirk he always wore when he knew he was going to win. he was also wearing a little /skirt/. which, angle divided by length, was /far too short/.
Hakuba was already quite red in the face, and trying /not/ to ponder if Kuroba ran around in a pink thong often. "P-p-pardon, Kuroba-kun?" he asked, his voice pitching slightly, to his disdain.
"I asked if you /like/ this look on me~?" he was standing daintily, his own voice pitching cutely, even as he smirked down at the British detective. whom swallowed hard.
"I'd ask if you borrowed Nakamouri-kun's clothes, but by her expression, they're your own..." Hakuba was /trying/ to regain his composure. it wasn't /working/.
Kuroba giggled - not chuckled, GIGGLED - then beamed at the poor, poor detective. no one saw his hands move, but it was a practiced motion that deftly flared the skirt in just such a way that Hakuba was forced to realize...
the pink thong was a lie.
it was to the sound of Aoko, and the teacher chewing Kaitou out for a flashing him, and Akako's catcalls for more shows, that Hakuba proceeded to pass out from blood loss. hopefully they would notice before he died of embarrassment.
:D
also, i regret nothing.
this fic was inspired by a pic i did for my good buddy Invader-sah (on fanfic, she's Satamoru on DA)... her 18th birthday present was 18 of her favorite pairings, no repeat persons or poses.