In four years of dating Shiho Miyano, Shinichi Kudo has never managed to give her a White's Day present. The first year he forgot. The second year his friends at uni had a case to solve involving a ghost, missing peanut butter and accidents on a theater stage. It was exactly as stupid as it sounds. The third year involved a "kidnapped" professor who was really just trying to hide from his own wife. It really shouldn't have taken long enough to ruin White's day if not for the fact that the man had ended up getting his clothes stolen and wouldn't leave until he was bought a new pair of clothes. But this was their fourth White's day and no clusterfuck of nonsense would keep him from giving Shiho a present. They would watch a Big Osaka vs Noir Tokyo game at the Tokyo stadium.
This was easier said than done. The first hurdle was of course buying the tickets. Shinichi searched for tickets two weeks before the game and they were already sold out. In the end a friend introduced to him a shady ticket seller, a heavyset man with a rotund face and acne covered skins and a whole lot of pimples.
"Thanks man, I appreciate it" Shinichi says after the man gives him front row tickets at a reasonable price. He shakes the man's hands gingerly.
"I needed the money for hentai", the man says as totally unnecessary way of explanation.
I did not need to know that, Shinichi thinks. Why the fuck would you tell me that.
He manages to keep the disgust off his face, but cannot prevent himself from scurrying out of there perhaps faster than socially acceptable. Shiho, he resolves, will not hear about this.
This is not the end of his troubles though. The game plan was to pick Shiho up at 4 from her work, so they could grab a bite to eat before the game at 5. Unfortunately that plan went out the window when Shiho called and said, "I'm very sorry about this, but one of my coworkers kids got sick, so she had to stay to take care of her. I'm covering part of her workload, it shouldn't take me more than half an hour.
Children are the scourge of human race, Shinichi opined sagely as he tore up the reservation he made for the two of them at the slightly fancy restaurant.
They ended up going to a fast food joint for some burgers on the go, when another agony presented themselves, this time though, not precisely an annoyance, but a temptation.
"Someone stole my ring" a lady cried out. Kudo whipped his head towards the commotion, then caught Shiho's eye in the periphery of his vision. There wasn't really a warning in her eye, but he could see some kind of energy coiled within her, ready for something. He knows by now that Shiho Miyano keeps her intentions hidden and when she strikes, it's like a snake - deadly, unexpected and patiently. He's fairly certain she won't slip cyanide in his tea if only because that can be traced back to her, but he knows its not a good idea to anger her, and well, if he's being honest, he wants to give this to her. She hasn't had a lot of good experiences in her life, and he's ecstatic she chooses to solve cases with him. He'd like to give her the normal experiences she's never let herself yearn for.
So in the face of a case, everything Detective Conan lives for, Shinichi Kudo falls on his sword and does something that causes a piece of him to die. He calls the police and leaves it to them to handle it.
Her loud boisterous cheers as the game goes on, her curses at the other team, and the big victorious smile that is just plain happy, in the end they all make it worth it.
A/N: Welp, this is another failed attempt at a 1 thousand words in 1 hour challenge, so again I shall post it unedited as punishment. I might put up an edited version later if demand is strong enough, so please let me know what you think.
A/N 2: Yes yes I know take me out to the ball game is a baseball song, shut up it's a sporty reference