Shinichi frowned intently at his computer screen, his eyes flickering quietly as he read the latest news report. Absently, he reached out with his left hand to grab his warm cup of coffee, and he looked in that direction instinctively – only to stop short with a startled gasp.

"Oh, fuck," He said mildly, taken aback, but he calmed his equally startled heart.

Shinichi peered curiously at his coffee cup, watching as the tarantula crawled around the lip of it with its black legs.

"...how did a tarantula get into my house?"

The detective thought for a moment, before letting out an exasperated groan.

"Kaito!" Shinichi complained, huffing slightly. He gently retrieved the wayward spider, concerned that it would fall into his coffee. "Geez, I better call him and ask if he's missing anything..."

He glowered.

Normal boyfriends forget their keys or a random shirt when they sleep over.

Not Kaito.


Glasses: Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I've decided to start my drabbles early as a present to you all. Everything else is still going to be December-y, unless I move ahead of schedule.