a/n: I am so sorry! I lost inspiration XD. I apologize to you guys! Thanks to RanMouri82 and .hi for encouraging me to write more!

Prompt: Button

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Detective Conan, because then I'd be rich.

To say Makoto was in a bad mood would be an extreme understatement. He wasn't just in a bad mood. He was in the most horrible, terrible, awful mood he'd ever experienced in his life. And that wasn't good. Everyone knows that having an angry karate champion who could dismiss a knife wound as 'nothing' was never a good thing.

So you could probably understand why people were generally avoiding the scowling Prince of Kicks as he glared in direction of a beautiful brown-haired girl sitting on the bench.

Sonoko.

He scowled some more as she threw up her head and laughed, her laugh like wind chimes disturbed by the soft breeze. The teenage boys around her – and there were quite a number of them – laughed with her, as if on cue. She was so elegant, so stylish, so graceful.

And so way out of your league. Makoto's inner voice muttered. He mentally told his inner voice to promptly shut up. Like he didn't already know that fact.

He watched as the girl tucked some hair behind her ear as she blushed at something one of the boys said. Her cheeks colored, and she tried to smile to cover up her red cheeks. Makoto couldn't see why. She looked cute when she was flustered.

However, he did not like it when one of the boys then got down on one knee and grabbed her right hand, proclaiming something to the skies about her beauty and whatnot, causing her face to burn fire engine red. She still looked cute, but he did not like the fact it was caused by some idiotic boy who sprouted some cheesy lines. He frowned, getting more and more annoyed by the second.

He hated all those boys, circling around her and pretending that they loved her, all of them pretending that they even cared for her. Lies, all of them! They probably didn't even know her name before today! They were all there for one reason, and one reason only.

The button.

The button was the bane of his existence. During a presentation during class, Sonoko had presented her project on the evolution of fashion, and the button, the stupid button had to come loose, opening her shirt wider at the top, freeing her chest and allowing the neckline to go a little to low for Makoto's taste. Makoto wanted to do something, anything, but he couldn't very well say her second button was undone, could he now? He just hoped that nothing bad would happen and no one would find out about it.

Of course, nothing Makoto hoped ever came true.

At that exact moment, she just had to knock a bunch of markers off the table, and after apologizing profusely, she bent down to pick them up, giving the male population of her class a very interesting view.

Unaware of her clothing malfunction, she continued her presentation, ignorant of the boys all ogling her and their newfound interest in her presentation. And after the incident of course, the boys flocked towards her during lunch break. Although surprised and flustered, Sonoko answered all their questions on the different fashion trends of the century, although she was quite surprised at their sudden interest in her presentation.

But no, Makoto knew the truth. They didn't care about what kind of dresses were trendy during the 1970s. They didn't even care about Sonoko. The only thing they wanted to do was see down her shirt.

As she stood up from her bench, clutching a bunch of books with one hand. As she did, the crowd of boys followed her like a bunch of lovesick puppies. Oh, how he hated that button.

He continued watching them and his eyes widened as one of the boys not-so-discreetly hit her elbow, causing her books to tumble to the floor. Makoto had to grip the arm of the bench to prevent himself from screaming and launching a barrage of punches at the boy's face. Sonoko continued talking, bending down…

She didn't notice all the boys widen their eyes and smile lecherously, greedily drinking the sight before them.

That was when Makoto snapped.

He got up and sped towards them just as Sonoko righted herself, books him one hand. As she turned towards him, a questioning look on her face, he grabbed her shoulders and buttoned up her shirt, face blushing in embarrassment. Sonoko's face burned as she realized why those boys had a sudden interest in her presentation.

After finishing his task, Makoto turned to the boy who had knocked the books out of her hands. Glaring at him menacingly, he growled, "You do that again, I'll kill you." The boy nodded several times in fear as Makoto grabbed Sonoko's arm and dragged her away, his classmates staring in shock.

"What was that back there?" Sonoko yelled indignantly, yanking her hand out of Makoto's grasp after they had gone a good distance away.

"What was what, Sonoko? They were all just staring down your shirt! You should be thanking me! Why are you complaining?"

Sonoko blushed profusely at his comment, but she wasn't backing down. "W-Well-"

"They don't care about you!"

"And you think you do?"

"Yes! I care about you! I'm not like them! I helped you!"

"H-how am I supposed to know you're not like one of them?"

"What?!"

"How am I supposed to know you don't want to look down my shirt like the rest of them wanted to?"

"Because-!"

"You're probably like one of them!" She yelled, a solitary tear trickling down her face.

"No!"

"Just go away, Kyogoku! All of you are the same, all of you! The first time I think any guy actually likes me, all they want is to get it my pants! Just…just go away!"

Makoto grabbed her shoulder and turned her to face him, gripping her shoulders desperately. "Sonoko…" How could he tell her? How could he tell her he wasn't like any of them?

She spat at him and wrenched away, running off with tears running down her face. Makoto stared, a longing look in his eyes. He promised her he'd tell her. He would, because she just had to know…

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SONOKO SUZUKI'S LEFT?" the karate champion roared, glaring at the cowering student.

"K-kyogoku-san, she p-pulled out of s-school y-yesterday." She whispered in fear. "She has moved to another school."

Makoto slumped in his chair, head in his hands. He had promised her. Promised. And he had broken it. Now she was alone, in a foreign school, probably still thinking he was like all the other boys.

No. He looked up with new determination. He wouldn't let her think that. He would find her, whatever it would take. And he would tell her, because she had to know.

"I love you, Sonoko."

a/n: Sorry for no update in a long time! Well, thanks everyone!