ask prompt: Can you write something that's Kid X Aoko please?

A/N: hello uh in case anyone thinks I'm accepting request, I'm not. These are just the past requests I'd already done and I'm just re-uploading them. But to those I PM-ed privately before (you know who you are *winks*), my promise still stands, so... yeah. Hope you guys enjoy this short piece!
P.S. does... anyone still uses tumblr, or twitter?

He retracted his white wings the moment the tip of his feet touched the rooftop ground. But as always, the strong wind didn't help to stable his landing, and it was even more difficult when the extra weight he was carrying wasn't as light as those million-dollar gems he'd stolen before.

Knowing that they were finally on land, Aoko struggled in his arms, wanting to be free. He released the grasp of her back and legs once he knew it was safe to let her go, and she jumped away like a cat out of a bag, keeping a good amount of distance between them before she turned to face him.

Her blue eyes raged like a stormy sea.

Kaito—Kaitou Kid sighed. "Are you alright?"

"Ask yourself that." She yelled, her voice all hoarse and choked up. "You could have died. Died."

Died was too simple to describe what could have happened. Judging from the bomb's structure and components, his limps would definitely be blasted and torn off if he flew just five seconds later than he did.

It'd be the same for Aoko if he didn't grab her away from the scene too.

(Even the slightest thought of seeing her possibly hurt or… dead, the pain hit his chest like a drill, digging so deep and hard it destroyed all his bones and nerves. But it was all in the inside—nothing that could be seen by anyone. On the outside, like usual, was his poker face)

"If that's what it takes to save you, then so be it."

"Why?" She shook her head, not understanding. "Why did you save me when my life shouldn't mean anything to you?"

Untrue. Totally untrue.

But he couldn't disagree even as much as he wanted to because he had no reason—for Kaitou Kid—to explain why.

"Every life matters." He whispered.

"What about your own?" Aoko squared her shoulders, seemingly ready to hurl an elephant anytime. "From what I see, you don't seem to find it mattered."

He tilted his head, the string of his monocle swaying. "You seem to find mine quite concerning, Nakamori-san."

She straightened, eyes wide and stunned. It took her a while before she answered. "I don't want to feel responsible for your death."

"Likewise." He muttered. The wind on the roof was getting stronger, and he pulled his hat down, just an attempt to stop it from falling off. He couldn't see Aoko from the shadows of his hat, but he could still see her legs-

All of the sudden, he saw her feet shifted, moved and began shuffling towards him.

He raised his head sharply.

Even when Aoko got caught for sneaking up on him, she didn't stop. She only did when she thought the distance between them was close enough, which was exactly two steps away from him.

Despite his constant warning for her to not approach him so fearlessly, she never listened; her level of boldness—stubbornness—was boundless.

"What am I supposed to say then?" She mumbled, eyes steely and serious.

Kaito blinked. "Say what?"

"You told me once, long ago, to never thank you."

"…Yes I did."

Aoko pursed her lips, "If I can't thank you, then what am I supposed to say?"

He shrugged carelessly. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" She frowned, not believing.

Her instinct was right. Nothing was just another lie that piled up with the ones he said to her as Kid and Kaito. There were many things Kid wished she would tell him. I don't hate you, was one. I forgive you, was two. And there were many things Kaito wished she would tell him. I don't hate you, was one, I forgive you, was two.

I love you, was three.

"Nothing." He confirmed for her again.

Without his usual goodbye, he took a few steps back before whirling around and jumped off the roof, his white wings released into the night once more.