Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan, or Magic Kaito.
Italics represent things said in the past, or over electronic communication, or stressed words... use context as a rule of thumb, I guess?
When he had fully awoken the next day, Shinichi found himself dealing with a murder that had literally walked itself to his front door. Then, after solving the case (in which Shinichi marveled at how many lovers killed each other, wincing at how unromantic that sounded, even in his head), he was stuck in the police department for a statement, then at Megure-keibu's house when the Chief Inspector's wife decided to treat him lunch as a thanks.
More perturbing than the absolute normality of this situation in Shinichi's life (it wasn't as if he'd become heartless... more like just simply more constructive with his grief at such situations), however, was that he first answered Megure-keibu's call with a greeting to his kohai... that in itself said so much that Shinichi didn't want to explore farther.
It was not until after this series of unfortunate events that the detective noticed several missed calls and text messages sent from his kohai.
"Good morning, sempai! Wake up, it's already ten in the morning! Call me back soon; I've found a great new cafe I think you'll enjoy. Bye!"
"Sempai...? Sorry for calling again, but could you please call back? Or at least get up? You won't be about to fall asleep tonight, at this rate, sempai! Well, bye..."
"Um... sempai? This is the third time today that I've called, but... please reply? I'll be going over to your house soon... so... bye..."
It just went on and on.
A wave of guilt washed over Shinichi as he listened and read to the voice mails and messages. It was an odd emotion - not based on any sympathy since Shinichi, a bit of a lone wolf as he was, had never found it in him to send so much communication to one person. Somehow, the detective was developing a connection to his deviant kohai. The two could just understand each other so well.
For a moment, the image of a white figure, glowing under the moonlight, worked its way into his thoughts. Shinichi pushed that away, though. why think of that guy now?
Such thoughts were soon banished from his mind by more pressing concerns, like the issue of his kohai napping on the doorsteps.
Softly, Shinichi woke him up, a kind of strange warmth filling him at the intimacy of the situation...
...and Kuroba Kaito freaked out.
"S-sempai! Um... what...? Oh my... I didn't...?"
"Hello, Kuroba-kohai. You fell asleep on my doorsteps."
"Ah... um... hello, sempai."
Shinichi sighd at his kohai's behaviour. How long had he stayed here...?
"How long did you wait for me here?"
"Ah... not too long... I think...? What time is it?"
"Six in the afternoon. Why don't we go to that cafe you suggested, then I'll walk you home as an apology for making you wait?
"S-sounds great!"
That evening, Shinichi found that Kuroba Kaito had impeccable taste in restaurants.
And roses grew taller in the moonlight.
AN: I fell asleep writing this... I'm so incredibly sorry! I'll write in the mornings, then, instead of at night from now on! I started on this as soon as I woke up, and another chapter will be posted soon. I'll try not to let this happen again!
Some of you might comment on Kaito's behaviour, so let me explain first. Some people get clingy really early on in relationships to kind of test the waters, and understand how that relationship is going to work out, as well as figure out the boundaries. Besides, isn't it just really awkward to wake up on someone else's doorsteps, then be woken up by the owner of that house, who just happens to be the very person your in love with?
Also, Shinchi's pretty much quite mature sometimes, so Kaito would probably not want to annoy him too much.
Isn't psychology interesting? Review, please, since I can't read your minds!