Sunset
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Kaito stood near one wall, partly in front of a window that overlooked the road below. It was probably just sheer self preservation instincts that put him there, but he wasn't thinking about that. Covering a yawn he watched Shinichi putter around the room with the kids following him like ducklings.
It really did mirror the way he'd seen them follow the detective when he'd been Conan, only now Shinichi was a good couple feet taller than them. Forcing back a snicker he let his attention wander around the room. A few cops were loitering, apparently content to let Shinichi and his squad of junior detectives have their look around.
He was amused that they hadn't even bothered to try and protest his presence once it was obvious he was Shinichi's friend.
Swiveling his gaze back around in search of the detective in question he found himself speared by Shinichi's gaze. A second later the the detective was striding toward him, and then Shinichi was just there. There, as in, half pressed up against the front of him as the other boy stood on his tip toes, one hand braced on Kaito's shoulder, to peer at something on the wall.
For some reason Kaito could feel heat rising in his cheeks, though he wasn't sure why. Absently he rested a hand on Shinichi's hip to steady the other teenager, though it probably wasn't necessary.
Shinichi dropped back onto his feet (And the play of Shinichi's muscles beneath his cloths wasn't as interesting as Kaito's brain was trying to make it. What the hell brain?), his eyes sliding to meet Kaito's gaze: The look in Shinichi's eyes made them seem fever bright, like the last burst of light at sunset. An odd feeling settled in the pit of his stomach that reminded him of that time, not so long ago, when he'd seen Shinichi in the crowds after his heist.
Then, Shinichi turned away, and Kaito could faintly hear him telling the kids that he'd found what they needed, but Kaito was too busy wondering why he hadn't noticed just how blue Shinichi's eyes were before.