Title: Cold Skin, Warm Skin
Pairing: Heiji and Kazuha
Genre: Friendship, Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 456
Summary: He hated murder cases. He hated the touch of cold skin under his fingertips. But her warmth drove it away.
He wouldn't admit it.
Even after so many countless dead bodies. After so many closed cases. After such fame.
He couldn't admit it.
Not to his father. Not to the police force. Especially not to Kudou.
But it was his job, wasn't it? It was what he wanted to do.
But he wished, not for the first time, that the victim could at least have stayed alive. They deserved to see the culprit pay for their crimes. But it was for naught. And it was his job to solve their deaths and relay their last message, to bring their murderer to justice and serve their sentence.
He hated murder cases and the thrill that ran through his blood at solving one.
After solving it. After parting with Kudou. After getting back to his room did he finally let go.
Exhaustion filled his being and he collapsed on the bed, lifeless eyes swimming in his vision. He could still feel the sensation of cold skin on the tips of his fingers. The stench of rotting corpse filled his senses, despite the years of experience.
"Heiji."
He could never really hide it from her. Try as he might, they were inseparable, even during his cases. Time and time again, he tried to turn her away in more ways than one, sometimes hurting her feelings in the process. But that was better than letting her get hurt.
He didn't know what he'd do if he'd have to solve the case of her murder. He'd most probably kill the murderer himself. And the scary thing was that he felt no remorse in thinking so.
"Heiji."
He rolled over, his back facing her. He felt the bed shift and the next moment, her back was pressed against his.
The dark thoughts slowly faded away. The electric contact between them chased away the coldness that had seeped through his skin. Her scent of honey lemon wafted in the air, blanketing him in a scent of comfort.
A second later, he had closed his eyes and fallen asleep.
The room was dark. His mother must have switched it off sometime in the night. The blanket was up to their chin and Kazuha laid in front of him, close enough for their shoulders to touch, but far enough to still have a sense of modesty in distance. Her father would disapprove of the sight.
She was in deep sleep, undeterred by the moonlight shining against her face. Her frame dipped and rose to the rhythm of her breathing. She was bathed in an ethereal glow, and Heiji just watched her like that. He took her hand, soaking in the warmth, memorizing the image in front of him before drifting back in slumber.
So this'll be a series of oneshots, and as the title implies, all less than 500 words. Mostly Heizuha, some Shinran in the mix, and a couple of others. I've decided to compile it cuz, well, I'm pretty bad at writing long length fics and some ideas come to me way better in short length. Also, with this, they'll be vague enough to be made into a multichapter fic if I have a concrete enough idea.
But for now, just randomness compiled. Writing style varies as well.
Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it!