This was written a couple years ago on a whim. I felt like toying with the idea of a gender neutral/nonbinary Naoto. I definitely added more to the fic and fleshed out the idea a bit more. If you aren't a fan of nonbinary Naoto, please don't comment.
I mostly wanted to write Kanji/Naoto in a cute context. The ages are vague, but yeah they're old enough to be sort of married and living together.
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He was carefully holding a needle between his lips, squinting heatedly at the piece of fabric in his grasp. His gaze slowly sweeping over it, assessing his enemy with accuracy that would make Rise proud.
Naoto was barely able to bite their lip and contain the rare bubble of laughter that was edging to the surface. Kanji was making faces that would make most bikers in the area lose control of their bowels in terror at a piece of fabric with flowers on it. A very pink (Salmon as Kanji insisted earlier in the night) piece of fabric.
Naoto should've been at least moderately leery of those faces, they knew that much. Yet. Naoto found it endearing. If asked years ago, Naoto would have never expected to end up with someone like Kanji. Naoto expected to be single the entirety of their life. The once bleached blonde man had been everything Naoto never expected to like, much less want to marry. The though earned a smile from the blue haired detective.
The mixture of endearment and amusement rose when Kanji crowed in triumph as he found the perfect spot to pull the needle and thread through. His grin was wild and a bit too smug as he began working. He quickly picked up pace with his movements. Triumphantly muttering down at the fabric as he worked. "I showed you, knew you'd give in eventually you little bastard, you better tell all your friends m'gonna kick their asses too."
Naoto quietly just brought their book back up to their face to hide their smile. Any semblance of reading was lost thanks to the display of sewing prowess. The detective simply shifted to rest their leg against Kanji's own.
There was a pause in FURIOUS sewing, as he returned the gesture. The two quietly playing footsie under the table in their study. Kanji's gaze occasionally drifted upwards to peek at Naoto before dropping. The detective kept catching the man doing just that and going as pink as the fabric.