Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan, or Magic Kaito. Just making sure that no one can sue me.
Technical Jargon: Those"sempai" and "kohai" terms that I mentioned yesterday can also be used as honorifics at the end of someone's name, as in Mask-kohai, or Mask-underclassman.
*Bzzt!* *Bzzt!*
Shinichi groaned, unwelcome sunlight streaming into his eyes. Who was calling him so early in the morning? Most people in their right minds would never dare wake him before noon for anything short of a potential national disaster (and even then, they'd still be a bit wary). In this case then it was probably...
"Hello? Megure-keibu? Where's the crime?"
"Sempai..." greeted a slightly familiar, patronizing, voice, "You don't really have much of a social life, do you?"
...Kuroba Kaito!? Wait, when did his kohai even get his phone number, much less manage to, yup, input all his contact info into Shinichi's cell phone? Shinichi's astonishment was, however, soon replaced with a deadpan.
"...Yeah, says the guy that's calling me bright and early on a weekend morning."
A laugh rang through the line. Shinichi noted that Kuroba Kaito had a rather casual, cheery, demeanor...
"Oh, lighted up! I'll be at your place in a bit, then we can go study together in that library by the river...'
...and was probably some sort of stalker. How else could anyone have found out Shinichi's address, his phone number, his favorite library, and figured out exactly what sort of thing Shinichi would do if he actually bothered to wake up early?
How was it that he could have forgotten someone so strange? How was it that he could not seem to remember that face from anywhere? How was it that Kuroba Kaito had fallen in love with someone like him?
Immediately after saying goodbye, the chime of a doorbell sounded. It was his kohai.
"Hello sempai! Are you ready to go out?"
"..."
"What's wrong?"
Shinichi sighed aloud; how was it that someone could be so lacking in common sense?
"Kuroba-kohai... you do realize that you were just on the phone with me?"
"Well, of course! It's only polite to tell people when you're coming over."
"Next time, please inform them before you leave your house. How long have you been here?"
Were his eyes mistaken, or did he catch a blush on his shameless kohai's face?
"W-well, not long. Shall we go, then?"
Shinchi found that he had stopped thinking of anything that his kohai did as strange. It was probably for the best, because everything he did was the very definition of that word.
"Sure."
"Kuroba Kaito... do you have any intent on learning Japanese literature?" Shinichi asked, close to noon. He had tried to teach his kohai basic concepts about traditional poetry forms but...
"Sorry, sorry, could you repeat that again? I was a bit distracted."
...that had been the 67th time Shinichi taught Kuroba Kaito how syllable requirements worked. Even elementary school kids knew how to write haiku! Was it really that hard?
"You don't really want to do this, do you?" deduced Shinichi, already putting away his textbooks. At least he had gotten some work done, whether or not his kohai wanted to cooperate.
"Well, I though you'd like it... Don't you like study dates?"
Shinichi smiled a bit at his kohai's kindness; it had been a while since anyone had done so much just for his happiness. Sure, he had various friends, but most of them had celebrated the 14th as the "day of romance", rather than their former "singles awareness day". They were usually preoccupied with their love lives, anyway, and it would make for rather dull conversation with one person saying everything.
"I like going out to study, but I think that can wait, for now. Besides, it's rather depressing going on a date only one person can appreciate. You like chocolate ice cream, right? After you finish your poem, we can go to that new ice cream store down the street and try out their selection. Sound like a plan?"
"Okay~!"
It had been fun watching Kuroba try all the frozen deserts he could eat, and showing off his magic tricks on unsuspecting passerby's. Shinchi was worn out by the time his kohai walked him home, and he soon fell into dreamless sleep.
It was only a moment, just before he completely woke up the next day, that he remarked of the fact that his date was actually uninterrupted by any kind of crime. It was normally such a lucky thing that Shinichi would take careful note of, but somehow, it had slipped from his mind with all that was going on.
And the roses bloomed larger, more beautiful than ever, bathed in gentle moonlight.
AN: Oh my goodness, today I saw a hat that completely made my day. I was at a school competition, and a few people came in wearing a school-themed hat. They read "PMS" on the front in capital letters. So, um, review please (yes that was random)?