He didn't want her to find out. Maybe at least not like this.
He got impatient. He grew tired of having to tire himself every single heist without having to claim anything. And that's why he, for his own benefit, cut his heists short. Almost a bit too short for the police and his usual audience.
Aoko, the daughter of the very inspector that has been dying to catch him, of course, told his daughter the sudden difference about Kaitou Kid's heists. As expected, she thought it was strange. And as if by instinct, she went to his heist and brought herself to the rooftop — with permission thanks to her father's reputation, only to find Kaitou Kid's suit lying on top of the skin of her best friend. On top of Kaito's skin.
Kuroba Kaito.
Kaitou Kid.
Kuroba Kaito.
There has been a moment of silence before all the yelling, screaming, crying, pleading, shouting, and many other things that went too blurry to understand.
Everything was blurry from the very start anyway.
Everything came down like a storm for both of them. Suddenly crashing down onto their lives and ruining everything in sight. He tried to explain. Heck, he tried everything to calm her down but everything went too messy. Everything was just too messy like Kaito's scribbled handwriting when they were young.
But everything has been so messy from the very start, anyway.
She slapped him. She slapped him for the first time. So weak yet left a massive impact.
Not on his face, but the strings attached to his heart that affected his entire being right away.
He slowly moved his hand towards his cheek and looked at her straight in the eye. "Aok-" he was stopped by another slap.
A hard one this time.
It sounded so loud and painful yet is still overshadowed by the agonizing sound of Aoko's sobs.
She left the rooftop and closed the door with a slam. There, a place withput Kaito in sight, she broke down and cried her eyes out.
It was the first thing she thought she should do. It was all that came to her mind. She thought that in the very least, she used this door as a barrier between her and Kaito no matter how thin it may be because thickness never mattered in the first place. Its sole presence was enough for her to try to forget about everything. Try to forget that it ever happened. Try to forget that Kaito is in fact Kid. Try to forget that she ever saw Kaito's sorrowful face for the first time. Try to forget the pain. Try to for- Ah God damn it!
In the end, all of her attempts ended up in a failure.
Everything went too fast and she knows that her brain is capable of handling it smoothly it but her heart chose not to.
Her heart always gets in the way of everything.
Kaito stayed standing in silence from the other side of the door. Eavesdropping. He knew that he had been eavesdropping since forever ago, and he knows that he's been used to it but not like this.
Never like this.
Instead, he chose to stay standing next to the railing of the rooftop. The whole place was covered in silence after a while. 10 minutes? 20 minutes? It honestly didn't matter.
Kaito went and opened the door only to find Aoko's peaceful sleeping face still covered in tears.
His mouth slowly curved into a small, gentle smile as he carried her and flew using his hang glider.
Seeing her like that was enough to make him forget about everything for a while.