Hakuba was abruptly woken out of a light doze by someone plopping down on the bus seat next to him and stretching out. Surprised by the sudden invasion of personal space, he opened his eyes to find Kuroba sprawled out next to him, his head tilted back in a semblance of sleep.
"What are you doing?" He grumbled, sore at the interruption.
Kuroba didn't flinch, his eyes remaining closed. "Napping."
"I can see that." He rubbed the side of his head, trying to will away the faint headache that came from fatigue. Last night had been a Kid heist, and both he and Kuroba were showing signs from the lack of sleep that the late night rendezvous entailed, he from chasing the Kid, and Kuroba being the Kid, despite his loud protests to the contrary. The field trip that they were currently returning from did nothing to ease the weariness. "What are you doing -here-?"
"Aoko's in one of -those- moods..." Kuroba explained through a yawn and Hakuba winced in silent sympathy. The Inspector's Daughter was a sweet girl, barring the occasional occurrence where she demonstrated -exactly- whose daughter she was. "...so I'm not gonna get any sleep next to her. And if I nap by myself, Koizumi or one of the other girls are gonna do something strange."
Also true. Koizumi did seem to have a fascination for pulling her own kind of pranks on the magician.
"So why next to me?" He asked. Surely there were other people the lanky boy could sprawl out next to.
"The rest of the class is still a little sore about the prank I pulled yesterday." Kuroba yawned again. "And I don't feel like having to wash my face and pick stuff out of my hair when I wake up. Besides, your jacket may look stupid, but it makes a good pillow."
He wasn't quite sure how the dark haired boy knew his jacket made a good pillow, and filed it under 'one of those things best not to inquire about'. "And exactly why should I let you rest next to me?" He asked dryly.
"Two reasons. One: You won't have to worry about what I'm about to pull because you'll know exactly where I am." Point, but not a good enough of one to make him resist the lazy urge to push the magician out into the aisle.
"And two?"
"Because the girls are still mad at you for that comment back at the museum." He winced again. He really hadn't meant to imply that about all the girls in the class, really he hadn't. He hadn't even realised it sounded that way until the words were out. "-If I'm here, they're not gonna pull anything on you. One of us will wake up."
The logic made sense.
"Mutual self-preservation?"
"Exactly."
"Works for me."
With that, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep, not minding when Kuroba pulled a bit of his jacket out from behind him to use as a pillow.
-fin-
"What are you doing?" He grumbled, sore at the interruption.
Kuroba didn't flinch, his eyes remaining closed. "Napping."
"I can see that." He rubbed the side of his head, trying to will away the faint headache that came from fatigue. Last night had been a Kid heist, and both he and Kuroba were showing signs from the lack of sleep that the late night rendezvous entailed, he from chasing the Kid, and Kuroba being the Kid, despite his loud protests to the contrary. The field trip that they were currently returning from did nothing to ease the weariness. "What are you doing -here-?"
"Aoko's in one of -those- moods..." Kuroba explained through a yawn and Hakuba winced in silent sympathy. The Inspector's Daughter was a sweet girl, barring the occasional occurrence where she demonstrated -exactly- whose daughter she was. "...so I'm not gonna get any sleep next to her. And if I nap by myself, Koizumi or one of the other girls are gonna do something strange."
Also true. Koizumi did seem to have a fascination for pulling her own kind of pranks on the magician.
"So why next to me?" He asked. Surely there were other people the lanky boy could sprawl out next to.
"The rest of the class is still a little sore about the prank I pulled yesterday." Kuroba yawned again. "And I don't feel like having to wash my face and pick stuff out of my hair when I wake up. Besides, your jacket may look stupid, but it makes a good pillow."
He wasn't quite sure how the dark haired boy knew his jacket made a good pillow, and filed it under 'one of those things best not to inquire about'. "And exactly why should I let you rest next to me?" He asked dryly.
"Two reasons. One: You won't have to worry about what I'm about to pull because you'll know exactly where I am." Point, but not a good enough of one to make him resist the lazy urge to push the magician out into the aisle.
"And two?"
"Because the girls are still mad at you for that comment back at the museum." He winced again. He really hadn't meant to imply that about all the girls in the class, really he hadn't. He hadn't even realised it sounded that way until the words were out. "-If I'm here, they're not gonna pull anything on you. One of us will wake up."
The logic made sense.
"Mutual self-preservation?"
"Exactly."
"Works for me."
With that, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep, not minding when Kuroba pulled a bit of his jacket out from behind him to use as a pillow.
-fin-