Summary: In which two groups converge, emotions are shared and two criminals reunite.

A/N: Thanks for all the feedback left on the previous chapter! It made me happy to see people are still reading this fic! Next chapter should be May 22nd. I hope you all enjoy!

Hattori leads them to an abandoned shrine in the middle of nowhere, and Kaito is torn between thinking 'really, this was the best you could find?' and 'oh, this is an amazing hideout.'

He supposes they lose points for style, seeing as it's unlike all of Kaito's hideouts, and his are all amazing, but it's very obviously effective. Their path bulging with tree roots, ivy rising up the side of buildings – everything about this place screams that it is lost to time, untouched by a society that they're trying to escape.

They drive up most of the way, before they have to abandon their bikes, pushing them the rest of the way. Squinting through the dark at the undergrowth shows faint tire tracks. Kaito doesn't blame Hattori for having them traverse the rest of the trek by foot – with the sun having set and unable to see properly the terrain beneath them, driving through seems like an accident waiting to happen.

Especially since Kaito doesn't know the area.

"It ain't too far," Hattori says as he pushes his motorcycle along, his visor pushed up as he turns back to them. "Five minutes max, if you don' walk too slow."

Kaito nods. Removing his own helmet and passing it to Aoko for her to hold, he focuses on pushing the bike along, memorising the path so the likelihood of being caught off guard at any point will be vastly lowered.

"How did you find this place, Hattori-kun?" Aoko asks, as they continue down the path. Her tone is light, curious and Kaito tilts his head slightly in her direction as if to agree that he'd also like to know.

"When Kazuha an' I both got our licenses we spent a lotta time just explorin' the neighbourin' areas." He pauses for a moment, before sheepishly adding. "We actually found this place completely by accident. Got lost and wound up findin' this place."

Aoko lets out a small laugh. "Who was the one who got you both lost. You or Toyama-chan?"

Hattori lets out a small sound that seems almost like he's spluttering, before grumbling that their usual route had been under construction that day.

Kaito takes that to mean that it was Hattori who got the pair lost, then.

"I think I like it out in the nature like this," Aoko says, as they break through a small group of trees, breaking out into the old remnants of the shrine courtyard. "It's a nice change of pace from Tokyo."

Of course – Aoko had never really been given the opportunity to go on trips like this. The most she'd been on were their school trips. Her father had never really taken long enough breaks from work for them to travel.

"Me too," Heiji agrees.

"You're both weird," Kaito decides. "I prefer the city. So much more is happening."

Aoko snorts, shaking her head. Kaito raises a questioning brow in her direction. She shrugs.

"Of course, you like the city more," Aoko says. "You like crowds."

Kaito opens his mouth to protest, before closing his mouth. Because hey, it's not like she's wrong.

Hattori leads them to the edge of the shrine building, towards the side of the building where another motorcycle has been stashed just out of sight. He leaves sets the stand up on his own, before stepping back and allowing Kaito to do the same.

Then, he heads up to the door, offering a short knock before pushing it open. The door opens, the building inside practically encased in darkness. Hattori steps inside, ushering Aoko and Kaito to follow behind as he steps into the dark.

Kaito supposes this is the moment where the horror would begin if he were living inside a horror movie.

"Kazuha?" Hattori calls, once the door is closed, words lingering in the air before Kazuha's voice echoes from a room further inside the building.

"Heiji?" She asks. The sound of a door creaking open offers a faint glow of light filling the corridor as Kazuha pokes her head out, staring in their direction. "In here."

Kaito follows Hattori down the corridor. Standing in the doorframe, Kazuha offers a small wave as she spots him.

"Welcome back," she says, and Kaito offers her an easy grin as she steps to the side, letting him into the room. He barely focuses on Kazuha and Aoko as they greet one another, as he steps into the room, because Shinichi is sat at the table staring up at him.

Kaito stares back at him.

"Nice place you got here," Kaito says, and immediately feels like an idiot for it. He steps further into the room, making his way over to the table.

Shinichi seems to be watching him carefully. The room, lit by portable lamps, doesn't offer the best lighting, but from what Kaito can see, Shinichi doesn't look well. His eyes are wide for a moment as he stares before his lips tug upwards into a half-smile of pure relief.

"Yours had heating," he says, "but this place has its own perks."

They reach Yurakucho station without any further incidents.

Saguru stumbles into the station, Ran limping after him and for a moment the crowd carries them forwards, acting like a protective barrier. They manage to get through the crowd down to their specific platform with little notice before people start to really notice the pair.

Even then, all it really takes to avoid people notice is for Ran to grab her handkerchief from her bag and wipe away the blood on Saguru's face. Doing so results in a wince, but he doesn't say anything more.

They're both in a state of shock – Ran isn't surprised.

"I thought I made you promise not to get hurt again," Ran whispers, wiping away the blood. It doesn't remove completely, specks of dried blood remaining, but that's to be expected. Hopefully, people will perceive the blood as being rosy cheeked until they can wash it away. Ran breathes out a sigh – it's not like they have another choice.

Saguru frowns slightly, leaning closer to her, into the hand that wipes away his blood. "Sorry – I… What was that?"

Ran frowns, but repeats herself, a little louder this time. This time, he offers a wry, self-deprecating smile.

"I said I'd try."

Ran shakes her head and lifts the handkerchief, taking in the wound he's received. He's lucky – especially so – that the bullet hadn't gone been even a centimetre to his left. The wound begins just above the right side of his mouth in a diagonal line up across his cheekbone and in the skin above his ear.

The skin seems split open in tags, torn open by the bullet and Ran resists a wince of her own. She wonders if her leg looks similar, the skin seared by the bullet, blood welling around it.

She lowers the handkerchief back to the wound to keep it covered, letting Saguru take hold of it instead.

"I think you'll need more stitches," Ran says lightly. Her gaze drops down to her trousers, to the rip in the fabric, a faint dye of red around it. "…I think maybe we both will."

Saguru's gaze narrows in on the wound. "I should've realised…"

"It's alright," Ran says. The subway train comes into view, the doors opening as people exit. She indicates for them to get on, and Saguru staggers after her. "I didn't really notice it much until now. The adrenaline."

"It's… the bullet isn't inside?"

Ran shakes her head, watching the doors to the subway train close. She finds herself watching the crowd more than she had before, knows that Saguru is as well. "I don't think so."

"There's a pharmacy at Tokyo station," Saguru notes. "We should probably get some bandages in there… gauze too."

Ran nods. They should be able to help patch each other up. Washing the wound and bandaging things up won't be the same as seeing a doctor but right now… the idea of finding a doctor seems too risky.

"And some new clothes," Ran agrees. "I think there's a UNIQLO at the station too…"

Train tickets out of Tokyo would have to come first but after the past fifteen minutes they'd experienced, something as minor as changing into clean clothes would be highly relieving.

Stepping out of the lit room, Kazuha glances to Heiji and offers a faint smile.

"We should leave 'em to it," she says quietly. She glances over her shoulder to Shinichi and Kaito, before turning back to him. "We need to get home anyway."

Heiji nods. He'd mentioned that they wouldn't be able to stay long when he arrived so Kazuha knows that he understands. She turns to Nakamori, watching as she places down two motorcycle helmets and offers what she hopes is a reassuring smile.

Kazuha doesn't know what to say to her, so hopefully the smile is enough.

"We're gonna go," Kazuha says as Nakamori looks up at her. "We'll all catch up properly tomorrow."

"Oh," Nakamori says, pushing herself back up. "I'll see you both off."

As she speaks, she leans forward, slowly closing the door behind them all.

"You don't have t' do tha'," Heiji says, but Nakamori shakes her head slowly following them back outside of the shrine.

"I actually wanted to speak to you Toyama-chan," Nakamori says, as the breeze ruffles the fabric of Kazuha's blouse, a reminder to put on her jacket for the ride back. "If you both don't mind staying for a little longer."

"As long as it's quick," Kazuha says. She lifts a hand, waving around the area with a small flourish of her wrist. "We could walk around the grounds, if you wanted?"

Nakamori nods. "I'll try to be quick."

Kazuha shares a look with Heiji, who offers a shrug, before turning back to Nakamori. They fall into a gently walk beside each other, in silence as they walk away from the building and towards the remains of the chozuya. The small fountain is decaying now, moss growing at the edges of stagnant water.

"What did you wanna speak abou'?" Kazuha asks when they've moved far enough to no longer be overheard.

Nakamori presses a finger into the pool of water, sending ripples across it, algae clinging to her finger. She lifts her hand back up, inspecting the slime with a faint look of distaste before wiping it away on the fabric of her trousers.

"I wanted to ask about all of this," Nakamori says, her gaze flicking back towards Kazuha. She offers an almost wry smile. "Or, I guess more specifically, I wanted to ask about Kudo-kun."

Kazuha exhales. Long and unsurprised. "Ah."

She wonders which direction this line of questioning will take, whether Nakamori will be angry like she had been, by Kudo's involvement of someone dear to her. Whether she'll blame him for the shooting, for being the reason people had been willing to shoot.

Part of her is glad that Nakamori has come to her first, so she can see what sort of conflict might arise later.

"What abou' him?"

Once more, Nakamori dips her fingers into the pool of water, splashing the water with the pads of her fingers. She remains quiet as she does, brows furrowing slightly as she considers.

"What's he like?"

"Kaito-kun hasn't told you abou' him?" Kazuha asks.

"Oh, he has," Nakamori says. "I just think your opinion might be more objective than his or Hattori-kun's. You've only known him a short time."

Kazuha considers it. She can understand why Nakamori might be asking, why she might want to know. In such a short time, her closest friend is asking her to trust in someone the world has decided to be guilty.

"He's been through a lot," Kazuha begins, after a moment. "And I worry 'bout how it's all affected him. He doesn't seem to be copin' as well as he wants everyone to think he is. But he's not a bad person. He's tryin' to do th' right thing."

Nakamori lifts her fingers and, this time, lets the water drip from her fingers.

"I see," Nakamori says. She offers a faint grin. "That's all I wanted to ask about, really. Or well… I guess I just didn't want to be in there while they both got all mushy and stuff."

Somehow, Kazuha thinks that's not all it is. Especially as Nakamori turns, glancing back to the building they'd left behind, her eyelids narrowing.

"He tried to warn Kudo-kun about th' shooting," Kazuha says, "even though we told him it'd be dangerous."

"Oh," Nakamori says, faintly. "Kudo-kun did?"

"And he didn't want to leave Tokyo without helpin' Kaito," Kazuha continues, "Heiji pushed him to leave before it became impossible to with all th' searches."

"I wasn't blaming him or anything," Nakamori notes. Her voice is light, no underlying hostility or frustrations that Kazuha had been nervous might be hiding beneath the surface. "You thought I was?"

"I don't know," Kazuha says. "I don't really know much about you, about wha' you might be thinkin'. Thought I'd tell ya just in case you did."

Nakamori hums. Leaning back against the fountain, she tilts her head, considering. "Do you blame him, Toyama-chan?"

Kazuha's lips part slightly in surprise from the question. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Nakamori studies her closely. "Hattori-kun broke a lot of laws to help Kudo-kun escape. It would make sense if you did."

For a moment, Kazuha is compelled to refuse, to say that there's no residual anger, that she didn't blame Shinichi in the slightest. But hadn't she snapped at him the day she'd found out about everything. She'd even been tempted to turn him in, would've done it if the following murder hadn't occurred.

"I…" Kazuha sighs. "A little." She pauses. "A lot, actually. He put Heiji in danger with all o' this, and I am angry abou' that, but there's nothin' I can do to change it now."

Nakamori remains quiet.

"And it's not really th' time for it right now, you know?" Kazuha continues. "I can be angry 'bout it all later."

"Did he ask Hattori-kun to help," Nakamori asks. "Or did Hattori-kun offer?"

"Huh?"

"Well, if Hattori-kun offered before Kudo-kun asked, then you're probably mad at the wrong person." Nakamori's pull into a sardonic smile as she pushes away from the fountain, a small jump in her step. "I'm probably just overstepping, it's not really any of my business."

Kazuha lifts her hands, tugging on the bow in her hair. Her ponytail tightens as a result, tugging at each strand in a way that leaves her scalp aching.

"Maybe it isn't," Kazuha says, "but you sound like you speak from experience."

"Oh, definitely." Nakamori doesn't turn back to look at her, heading instead back towards the main building. "Drive home safely, Toyama-chan."

The first available train with two tickets available heads to Nara. Twenty minutes, the board says, until departure and as relieving it is to know they'll be able to disappear within that time, Ran can't help the anxiety that builds either.

The vote seems almost unanimous to go down to the platform until the last possible moment, lowering the risk of being followed onto the train.

Until then, they move between stores. First, the pharmacy for anything they think necessary. Bandages, gauze, antiseptic, among other things. Then, they move on to UNIQLO, grabbing baggy clothing in their sizes to change into once they've treated their wounds.

The only thing they wear on their way out, are matching 'I 3 Tokyo' caps, each pulled down in an attempt to keep anyone from seeing their features as easily.

By the time they make their way to their seats on the train, they've fallen into what Ran hopes is an effective 'tourist' role. Saguru seems to follow suit, playing the part with a quiet certainty. She supposes since he'd grown up moving between England, he's used to being perceived as a tourist when trying to gain his bearings of a set country.

It's as they sit in their seats, people sitting around them that Ran realises – it'll be difficult to patch up their wounds without anyone noticing.

"Saguru-kun," Ran says quietly as the train lurches into movement. When he doesn't immediately turn to her, she pokes his shoulder to gain his attention. "Are you alright?"

"As alright as the situation permits," Saguru replies.

Ran supposes that's the max they can ask for right now. They're not going to be bright and overjoyed – of course not. It would be impossible for them to be, to smile and mean it in any other way than relief they've managed to survive since yesterday.

Truthfully, if they were alright, Ran would be worried. What would that say about them? The ability to adapt to a new situation and push feelings down until it's safe to react fully to them is completely different to being unaffected.

"Do you think we'll be able to find a compartment somewhere," Ran asks, before he can as if she's alright too. Perhaps he knows better than to ask, but it's something she doesn't want to get into out in the open like this. "We need to stop the bleeding."

Saguru lifts up from his seat slightly, looking up and down the train's carriage before dropping back down into his chair with a long, heavy sigh. He shakes his head. "I doubt this model has individual compartments."

"The restroom then," Ran says, using the armrest beside her to stand without applying any pressure to her leg. "It has a lock on it too, so we should be able to avoid anyone questioning us."

"Not the most hygienic of places to stitch a wound," Saguru sighs, standing beside her and following her into the aisle. "But it's not like we have a wide variety of options."

Shinichi is suspended in silence. Unable to find the words to express just how relieved he is to see Kaito alright, to know that he'd not been responsible for someone else's murder… His fingers curl into claws aiming for his own throat, but he manages to catch them before they move, uncurling them in a long process of self-restraint.

Kaito watches him, Shinichi knows he's watching, as calm as ever – not showing everything he's feeling but enough of it to be comforting.

"Hattori told us about how he found the place," Kaito continues, and Shinichi glances past his shoulder to the now-closed door. "Interesting idea to hide in some place he couldn't find until he was lost."

It's very Hattori, Shinichi can admit that much.

"Yeah," Shinichi says, slowly. He tries to cling to the relief that's filling him, holding onto him in an attempt to push away the dread that follows so closely behind it. The best part about working with Kaito towards a breakout was the way he chose the right time to share his feelings, keeping everything neutral outside of that but now…

Now Shinichi wishes he were less opaque.

"I'm sorry," Shinichi blurts out. "I – shouldn't have let you go to the heist alone and I should never have just left you either. I'm sorry, Kaito."

Kaito opens his mouth, stands quietly for a moment before closing it again, one brow raising in an exaggerated version of surprise. It's not a purely natural expression – or at least, it isn't on the Kaito that he knows.

"Where's all this coming from?" Kaito asks.

Shinichi shifts, uncomfortably. "I wanted to apologise, that's all. You were caught and hurt and I didn't… I could've helped and I didn't."

There's more silence. Kaito glances down at the table, one hand tapping his typical repeat of 'pandora' in morse code against the wood.

"Alright," Kaito says, "sure, but you really don't need to be apologising for it. It wasn't your fault."

You know what? Shinichi would like to refute that. He does, and it had been. If… listen, there's so much that he should've done, choices he could've changed and after everything with Kyoto and Vermouth, he just…

"Shinichi, look at me." Begrudgingly, he does. The exaggerated expression has shifted into seriousness – lips pursed together, face more neutral – and only in its absence does Shinichi realise it had probably been exaggerated in an attempt of lightening the mood. "You weren't responsible for any of that stuff. Why're you blaming yourself for it?"

"I should've…"

"Stop it," Kaito says, lifting his finger up and wagging it in front of him. Ah, Shinichi's missed his inability to remain serious for long periods of time. "I'm not letting you do this."

"What, apologise?"

"I'm not letting you beat yourself up over another thing that isn't your fault." Kaito lies his hand flat on the table. "Everything's worked out, and now we can just continue where we stopped off. It's no big deal."

Shinichi feels like it's impossible to brush this off as just something that's no big deal, but he supposes this is as resolved as the issue will ever be. He sighs, stills as Kaito pushes back up to his feet towards the door.

"Uh?" He says, eloquent as ever.

"I'm going out of the room," Kaito says, "and then, we're going to try this whole reuniting thing again. Alright?"

The door to the train's restroom locks with a faint click and while it's cramped having two people inside, it's not uncomfortably so. Ran lowers the toilet seat, placing their bags on the seat before placing the pharmacy supplies in the tiny sink.

"I'll have to buy a new handkerchief," Ran notes quietly, as she lifts her hand to Saguru's wrist, slowly pulling his hand – and the handkerchief in question – away from his skin. "I doubt I'll get out all the blood from this."

"Sorry," Saguru sighs. "It wasn't a gift, was it?"

It had been part of a set – two handkerchiefs each with sakura petals stitched into the fabric, one black and the other pink. She'd found them in a small souvenir store on a visit to Kyoto she'd taken with her father, years ago, had given Shinichi the other. Sometimes she wondered what had happened to the one she'd gifted to him. Perhaps it was lost in old boxes of the Kudo household, maybe it was gone completely.

"It doesn't matter," Ran says, voice soft. She'll purchase her and Shinichi a new matching pair when all of this is over. A better set, a more fitting design. "I've been considering changing the design anyway."

She doesn't think she's been able to see sakura petals in the same way, hasn't been able to since Shinichi's arrest so long ago, that night when she'd been left waiting alone despite their previous plans to view the cherry blossoms together. What had once been a symbol of new beginnings had, to her, before a symbol of pain.

A fitting end to her handkerchief then, for it to be involved in concealing more pain.

"Either way," Saguru says, "sorry."

"Don't be." Ran turns, taking the handkerchief and placing it on the sink. She rummages through their bag for some wipes, placing the pack on the sink countertop as well. "Honestly, I didn't like it that much anyway."

She removes the bag from the sink long enough to wash her hands, before placing it back inside, turning to Saguru.

"Maybe you should sit down while I do this," Ran says. He follows her request easily enough, the bags shuffling awkwardly onto the ground as he turns his face to the side. "Tell me if you need to take a break."

He doesn't ask for any break. Even as Ran sews his skin back together with a small needle and thread, the most Saguru does is close his eyes, brows furrowing with concentration as he attempts to keep from scrunching his face up.

She finishes the stitches to her best ability – they're not exactly the neatest, but the most experience with stitches Ran has is with holes in fabric. Not tears in skin.

Dressing the wound is a little trickier. She fixes it in place with more tape than is probably needed but at least it fixes easily into place. She sits back, taking in the dressing before her gaze focuses onto a second problem.

Saguru's ear is bleeding, fluid dripping from his earlobe. Not a heavy bleed, but specks, enough that she purses her lips together with concern.

"Your ear," Ran says, leaning in to get a closer look. "It's bleeding."

Saguru shifts, letting out a long sigh. "I'm not surprised. When I pushed you out of the way, the barrel was right beside it."

Oh.

Ran hadn't even thought of that complication, of the fact that the sound vibration from the gun would be enough to leave damage like this. Her attention had been stolen mostly by the tearing of his skin.

"It's fine," Saguru stands, moving her gently to take his place. "Or well, there's nothing to be done to help it – it probably ruptured my eardrum, that sort of thing heals naturally."

Ran settles, letting out a long sigh. "Can you hear out of it?"

"Not really," Saguru says, after a long pause. It explains why she'd had to repeat herself sometimes or tap him for his attention. "It'll come back though."

Ran presses her lips together. "Alright."

"Enough worrying about me" Saguru says. "You're still bleeding. Let's deal with that."

The traffic on the way back to Osaka is light, and they make good time as they bring their bikes back to the Toyama household. And yet, the entire drive, Kazuha feels her thoughts whirring, muddling in her head. One thing in particular repeats in her head, over and over, unable for her to move on from.

As they bring their bikes to a stop, Kazuha clicks the stand into place before stalking up to Heiji and immediately jabbing him in the chest. Hard.

"Don't you ever tell me to go on ahead without you again," she says, as he pulls his helmet off, indignant frown skewing his features. His brows draw downwards, forehead crinkling into a frown.

"We were bein' followed Kazuha, I didn't want you to get into any trouble," Heiji protest, the words irritated.

"I don't care about trouble you ahou," Kazuha replies, frustration leaking into her voice. "You told me to go on thinking you were walkin' into danger and I had to go and just hope you'd be alright? No way – that's not fine by me."

"Yeah, well, lettin' you walk into danger isn't fine with me, Kazuha!"

Kazuha grits her teeth together. Heiji's always had the tendency to find himself in dangerous situations, it why they have matching omamori, to keep him safe. He's been in dangerous situations, yes, but he's never been such a… such an absolute idiot about them in the past.

There's always been a more developed plan and Kazuha has always had a role in some way or another. They've always been a team.

"Letting you walk into danger isn't alright with me, either!" Kazuha hisses. "Don't you know how awful it was leavin' you behind? What if that had been the last time?"

Heiji's irritation lessens, slightly.

"Idiot," he says, "It was fine."

"And what if it wasn't?" Kazuha crosses her arms close to her body, before immediately unfolding them. She doesn't know what she wants to do with her hands – she's reminded of the anxiety she'd felt earlier that afternoon and now it settles around her like an old, heavy coat. "What if it wasn't fine?"

Heiji doesn't say anything at first, mouth opening and closing as he considers her words. Kazuha decides to continue.

"I care about what happens to you, ahou," Kazuha says. "I don't want you to ever get hurt if there's something I could do to help."

And oh, she does know what she wants to do with her hands – she wraps them around Heiji's waist, hugging closely into him.

"Why do you think I'm helpin' with all of this you idiot?" Kazuha asks, as he lifts his hands up to return the hug. "We're meant to be a team. Don't ask me to leave you to do something stupid alone again."

Heiji is quiet, but after a moment his arms tighten around Kazuha, squeezing her gently. "Okay."

"Promise?"

"Promise. Geez, what do ya want, a pinkie promise or somethin'?" Kazuha steps back, raising her pinkie and waiting. Heiji splutters. "Wha– I wasn't bein' serious."

"But I am." Kazuha narrows her eyes. "Don't offer if you're not gonna do it then. You mentioned it, so now I'm makin' you – come on."

Heiji lets out a long groan, as if this is all an inconvenience, but he's not hiding the smile as he shakes his head.

"Fine," he lifts his own up, their fingers interlocking. "I pinkie promise not to send you away again. Better?"

"Better."

They train deposits them in Nara and Ran leads them out with little knowledge of where they're actually going. She considers briefly, asking Saguru to look it up on his phone, before shaking her head.

They'd turned their phones off for a reason – to keep their phones from pinging any signal towers and broadcasting their location hidden from anyone who might come looking.

It also has the added bonus of keeping them from any news alerts that might pop up on their phones. Ran doesn't want to see and judging from the ever-growing quietness on Saguru's side, she can assume he doesn't want to see it either.

"We should find an internet café or a library," Ran says, as they leave the station behind, scanning the road for any signs of life. They don't need to speak to know they'd each prefer to remain on busy streets rather than side streets where people might strike to attack. "See if we can find somewhere to stay for the night."

Saguru nods, the movement minute as he follows behind her.

They walk at a steady pace, slow enough that it doesn't further agitate their injuries, following street signs and roads until finally the outline of an internet café comes into view.

Ran holds the door open for Saguru and after a quick payment for a 'couples booth', they climb the stairs up to the second floor, walking past shelves of manga to their booth in the far corner of the room.

"It's not exactly private," Saguru mutters as they settle by a small desk, two computer monitors showering light over them as he moves the mouse. "But we could stay here overnight."

Ran wrinkles her nose – there's nothing wrong with the space but… they won't be able to talk without the risk of being overhead. She shakes her head. "We wouldn't be able to investigate in the same way."

"Maybe we should find some sort of hotel that won't ask for too many details," Saguru says, settling at the computer. He begins typing, the keyboard keys clicking beneath his fingertips. Ran settles on his left. "Get a room somewhere if we can. Hopefully, we can find someplace cheap."

"Somewhere with complete privacy..." She considers, lips pressing together as her cheeks begin to burn pink. "Saguru-kun, how about a love hotel?"