a/n: Sorry for leaving you all! I've been busy with school. But here's a little chapter!

Prompt: Coloring

Disclaimer: Don't own Detective Conan

Should I pick red? Or orange? Nah, maybe yellow…

The little girl was staring solemnly at the box of crayons in front of her, thinking deeply. She had no idea what color to choose for her character's dress. Red? Nah, yellow was better. Definitely yellow. She picked up the crayon and gripped in her hand, coloring the dress in a circle-like motion, messily attempting to shade the it.

"That's not how to color."

Sonoko looked up at the dark haired boy looking at her through glasses. He stood, head tilted to one side, eyebrow raised. He looked at her with a disapproving frown on his face.

The Suzuki heir gave a pout. Who was this guy, telling her how to color? Who had that right? She would color her drawing however she wanted.

"You need to outline the drawing first, then color the inside. Then you won't go outside the lines."

She looked up at him annoyingly. Now he was being annoying. "Go away." She muttered, concentrating on her drawing once again.

"But you're not coloring right."

The 5 year old snapped at the boy. This guy had no right to order her around! "I'll color however I want. I'm not changing just because you want me to. If you have a problem, you can go away." She stared long and hard into the boy's eyes, challenging him.

The boy shrugged and walked away to the other side of the classroom. Thank goodness! She could draw in peace.

"That's not how to color."

Sonoko gripped her crayon so hard she thought it would snap in two. Seriously? Come on! All she wanted was to color her drawing! Her head snapped up and her mouth opened to give a retort, then shut it closed when she saw who was talking this time. It wasn't the annoying boy this time, but instead it was Kiyoko Hirashima, the daughter of the owner of one of the richest companies in the country. Not only that, she was one of the most popular girls in class. Girls would bend over backwards at her command and she had around six to seven girls following her around at any given point in time. She stared at Sonoko, arms folded under her chest. Sonoko continued to stare at her, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

"Did you hear me? I told you that that wasn't how to color."

The little girl stammered, not knowing what to do. "Ah – sorry, Kiyoko-chan." She bowed her head, and felt tears in her eyes. "I – I'll fix it."

"No you won't."

Sonoko looked up, surprised to see the annoying boy by their table. She tried to send him a desperate stare to just leave, but the boy wasn't looking at her. Instead, he was glaring at Kiyoko and her bunch of girls.

His arms crossed, the boy continued to ignore Sonoko. "She'll color however she wants. She's not changing just because you want her to. If you have a problem, you can go away." Sonoko pouted. The boy stole her words!

Kiyoko stared, shocked. "Excuse me? Do you know who I am?"

"No. And I have to say I don't care."

"I'm Kiyoko Hirashima! The daughter of the one and only Yamato Hirashima! The owner of the Hirashima company!" She pointed an accusing finger at him angrily. "My father could crush you with a flick of his finger!"

"And I am Makoto Kyogoku." He replied coolly, taking off his glasses. "I am the 6 year old karate prodigy. And it doesn't matter who your father is, because by the time he flicks his finger, you'd already be on the ground."

Kiyoko paled. She bit her lip, eyes flicking between the wide-eyed Sonoko and the relaxed karate champion. "Wh-whatever. It's coloring. No big deal." She walked away, along with the other girls stealing glances at the collected boy.

"What was that?!" Sonoko cried out as soon as the girls left. "You didn't have to do that. I was fine on my own!"

Makoto raised an eyebrow. "What? You said that you wouldn't change your coloring for me. Why would you change your coloring for her?"

"You embarrassed me!"

"I helped you!"

"No you didn't!" The girl put her face in her hands. "No one's going to want to be friends with me anymore! Everyone's going to hate me!"

"I don't hate you."

Sonoko looked up at the boy. "What?"

"I'll be your friend. And I don't need you to color differently for you to be my friend. In fact, I don't need you to do anything differently to be your friend. I don't need you to change for me. I won't be like them, needing you to be perfect and dress correctly and talk correctly. I'll like you just the way you are."

Sonoko stared up at the annoying boy – no, he had a name now. Makoto Kyogoku. She looked up at Makoto, rubbing the tears away from her eyes.

He offered a hand to help her out of the chair and she took it, lifting herself up. A bright smile bloomed on her face, the biggest smile she had all morning. As she looked at him, she was surprised to see a small smile on his face too. He was more handsome when he smiled, she thought.

They walked, hand in hand, out of the classroom.

a/n: Sorry this is short, but at least I got something up! Sorry, been busy with school. Please review!