#⤷ kaito k.【 ❝ never forget your pokerface. ❞ 】interactions.

[yoakkemae]

@braveryhearted ♡'d for something.

he peers at hakuba as he rests his chin against the palm of his hand. ' ne , hakuba , do you ever just ... hang out with friends ? '

[yoakkemae]

the glint in his eyes disappear , and the mischievous tinge to his smile melts away. trusts him , merde. kudō certainly knew how to give a gut punch. still. he's pretty sure kudō was under the wrong impression there -- it had been the mask of kuroba kaito , class clown , last talking with him. ( he'd gone from kid to class clown and rotated between them for their entire conversation. now , he was unfortunately all him. ). he lets out a sigh , putting his hands in his pockets , a picture of nonchalance. ' okay , okay , i'm dropping it , kudō. '

“contrary to popular belief, i know you’re capable of respecting boundaries, kuroba.” shinichi takes extra care to stress kaito’s family name, making clear that there was a distinction between the mask and the kid behind it, and that he was addressing the latter. “don’t make me regret trusting you.”

[yoakkemae]

@roscvcins ♡'d for something.

' wait wait wait wait wait , i know you can -- ' he resigns himself once ran grabs his sides and lifts him up until he's sitting on her shoulder. ' i -- is this for a reason or just because you wanted to do it ? '

[yoakkemae]

@yishuns.

he knows he probably looks like a mess. wide-eyed , flushed from his sprint here but pale-faced otherwise. ( he's trying not to think about the tear tracks that are no doubt obvious to the detective. at this point , none of it mattered. weaknesses , trust , vulnerability , none of it. ). he swallows when kudō opens the door to his house , rocking back on his heels with nervous energy as though he's still tempted to run. ( and he is. he's never been more tempted to disappear where no one , not even aoko , could find him. ). oddly , his eyes burn like they still want to cry , and so kaito attempts to blink the moisture away. ' i'm sorry. i just , uh. i didn't know where to go. ' please , let this be the last place that they'd look. ( please , let them listen to him and not look for him at all. ). ' if you're , uh , busy or have company over , i can. i can leave. '

[yoakkemae]

@uravityxo. { kaito }.

he raises a hand to catch the attention of a younger ( would have to be , considering he recognised her from the sports festival ) student. ' yo , you want a chocolate cupcake ? my best friend went a bit overboard making them , and there's waaaaaaaaaay too many for me to eat alone. you can have a few if you want to take some to any of your friends too. '

[yoakkemae]

he feels absolutely wrong-footed , like he's been sideswiped by a car that just drives on by. it's starting to happen more and more around kudō , and he isn't too fond of it. first , kudō gives him his father's case files on his father. then , kudō says that he trusts him. ( trusts him to survive dangerous situations , sure. he remembers how little -- not at all -- he seemed to be worried after kaito had disguised as sherry. trusts him with this ? whatever " this " is ? he wouldn't have thought it was true at all. ). then kudō says he understands how much of a charmer his alter ego is ?

kaito is perplexed and thrown , and he doesn't like it. he finds himself even unable to react to the idea ( joke ? ) that heartbreak was part of the gift ( that kudō knows this would hurt but knows that this would help as well. merde , was he really so obvious ? ). it's why , even though he would normally stick around to annoy kudō some more , he actually does as kudō asks and leaves. one moment , he's standing in front of kudō , still poleaxed. the next , it's as if he was never even there. ( no misdirection , no smoke bomb. just gone. just like a ghost he pretends to be. ).

@yishuns

shinichi feels a mixture of amusement and incredulity at the obvious way kaito holds himself back from prying, feeling somewhat like a parent whose child had managed not to eat all the cookies in the tin. “you could look, you know. even for you, it’d be hard to return the file to where it belongs if you refuse to case the place. i’m giving you permission to. because i, for some reason, trust you.”

said reason is inextricably linked to the connection between their fathers, whose privacy shinichi doesn’t hesitate to infringe upon. his father was both a good judge of character and also not a fool, so yūsaku having trusted tōichi is as good a guarantee as any for shinichi to trust kaito. it was only logical.

when the door is safely shut, shinichi leans against an adjacent wall with an innocent look on his face. he grins, “i was just trying to make it a little more challenging. i didn’t expect you to ignore the room, y’know?” there’s no sign beyond an outward exhale, but shinichi feels a curl of relief settling in his chest. that kaito would stop himself from looking, just because of a sign of hesitation from shinichi, only cements his decision to place his faith in kaito. he hums, a little thoughtful, a little amused. “huh. i kind of understand why kaitō kid’s known for being a charmer now.”

kaito’s question draws him up short. it’s a night for the unexpected, it seems, and shinichi is starting to see the appeal of taking people by surprise the way kaitō kid does. it provides for vastly more entertaining responses, for one. shinichi raises an eyebrow, waving him off. “weren’t you paying attention? part one was the heartbreak, obviously.” he nods in the general direction of the study. “now get out of my house, and don’t make it my problem if you break in again.”

[yoakkemae]

"be honest... would you have believed me?" okay. (your) kaito asking (my) shinichi why he didn't tell kaito about what happened to him re aptx when he was conan. esp when conan found out about kaito's identity/motives. i probably can explain this further so if you have questions you know where to find me<3

' yes. ' kaito offers a tilt of his head to showcase his confusion at the question. ' i believed that you were a seventeen turned seven year old even without the explanation , didn't i ? sure , it seems impossible -- the idea that a toxin could do that to someone -- but i deal with the impossible every day. ' a hint of a grin touches his lips as he quotes , ' after all , " when you have eliminated the impossible , whatever remains , however improbable , must be the truth. " , right ? '

[yoakkemae]

' haaaa ? ' even before the syllable leaves his lips , he's well aware that he's becoming way too comfortable with ran. his reaction is real , unlike the manufactured perfection and politeness that kid would say in response instead. ( he's realising it's been happening more and more recently , ever since they had begun speaking more after some of his heists. it's almost scary how quickly he's been relaxing kid around her. ). he stares at her over his cup of coffee ( iced and black ) , unsure of what he heard ( asking him to fake a relationship with her ) was real or not.

@pctaldrunk claps her hands together as she says , " please say you'll do it so they'll finally stop harassing me to find someone. " ( so , clearly not hallucinating. but then ... ).

' what about your heisei holmes-kun ? ' he asks. he had thought the two of them were together , or , at the very least , crushing on each other. unless he was severely wrong on the state of their feelings , there was no way he was getting in the middle of this because it was going to end in tears. probably his own. after all , kudō would no doubt murder him. ' he's back in japan , and i thought you two were together ? '

[yoakkemae]

“you’re acting twitchy,” shinichi observes with a raise of an eyebrow, half his attention still captured by the message thread open on his phone. the only sign that he’s aware of kaito’s presence at his window is in the way his head is tilted toward it in acknowledgement, and the fact that he’s a world class detective who notices things like, you know, his window being unusually wide open.

shinichi taps something out before putting away his phone, and only then does he look over. (he can’t help the instinctive body scan, ever since that other time.) “so, what’s up? are you bleeding out again, or is this just a normal, spontaneous house visit?” his lips twitch, then, giving him away, “or, don’t tell me, did i miss your birthday?”

' if you had to ask , you definitely know about it. ' there's a part of him that wants to pout , so he exaggerates it. lower lip jutting out , eyes growing wide as he fakes tears. he smoothly moves from the detective's window to his desk , closing the window behind him. ' what , do you not care about our friendship ? i'm heartbroken , torn. clearly , you now need to get me the best birthday present ever to assuage my rightfully broken heart. '

[yoakkemae]

@bonescribes. { reposting from here. }

upon minamino's words , kaito shrugs. if minamino would like to wait , that wasn't kaito's problem. with the agreement , kaito walks away with a careless and nonchalant wave , planning on immediately losing at the next match. he hopes that would be enough to impede the chess club from asking him to join any more matches , but if it doesn't ... he's sure a prank here or there wouldn't be remised. ( or he'd send them hakuba's way. the botchama had a well loved chessboard after all , and it matched his aesthetic more regardless ).

losing the match and the chess club both took less time than he had estimated , so kaito made it to the conbini in six minutes rather than his estimated seven. still , minamino was waiting for him outside , just as he said he would. he raises a hand in greeting. ' real match today or another time ? ' kaito asks , rather straightforward for him. minamino seemed like a guy who would appreciate that type.

[yoakkemae]

@bonescribes.

it's truly not often that kaito finds himself beaten. oh , he may have won the game , but considering after the first twenty minutes , the match became a contest to lose , winning was actually a loss. he had about five minutes before his next match ( that he plans on immediately losing -- benten , he wasn't supposed to make it past the first round ) , but he didn't want to lose track of minamino shūichi before the other could leave. he sees the redhead surrounded by his classmates , clearly consoling him on his loss ( to which kaito has to suppress a snort at ).

he knows when minamino notices him by the way that he shifts as to break away from the pack , and kaito waggles a hand in greeting as minamino separates and makes his way towards kaito. ' that was an interesting game , ' kaito remarks in greeting , smile sharp despite showing no teeth. ( there's no point in pretending to be an idiot in front of minamino. they'd both know it would be false , and he has a weird feeling that the other was the type to poke. ). still , the words were genuine. the last time he'd felt beaten like that , meitantei had been involved , and this time , he hadn't even gotten out of it like he normally could with the detective. ' if you'd like , we should play again sometime. '

[yoakkemae]

"They’re ’s a 10, but..he looks like Kudo" ( from Heiji to Kaito lol )

his eyebrows furrow in confusion. ' i'm pretty sure that kudō looks like me. i came first. '

[yoakkemae]

despite himself , despite his mood , he can't help the twitch of his lips when ran makes a comment that he isn't forty. it was something that he had slowly dropped as they continued to talk , but occasionally he'd bring it back up as a joke. so would she , if kaito said anything that they both knew was " too young for his age ".

he smiles a bit more genuinely when ran thanks him. it's nowhere near enough , but he can see that she doesn't want to know more quite yet. or , and this was more likely , she knew that he doesn't want to say more quite yet. a festering wound , lodged deep in his chest where his heart should be. it's only because of her that he's been able to even feel his heartbeat again , that he's able to feel human again. tangible , touchable , no longer a ghost in his father's shadow. it's frightening. it's exhilarating. he loves her , and she loves him back.

he lets out a breath as he leans in to rest his forehead against hers. he's not going in for a kiss , and he almost doesn't want to , right now. this quiet moment of intimacy between the two of them , where they're starting to bear their souls. instead , he stares into her eyes as he says , hands squeezing hers back , ' i love you , mōri ran. please go out with me. '

She repeats his name, soft - and there's a lilt of a misplaced smile in the way her voice carries and turns over the syllables, a moment when she doesn't think of anything else other than the ordinary happiness of knowing his name. Knowing that he trusts her. It's partly on purpose and partly a genuine exclamation when she says a moment later, "Well, now we know you're definitively NOT forty - that's a relief."

Sympathy and condolences, he must have heard enough, and next to the magnitude of everything he has likely experienced, must PALE. Warnings and appeals - well, she's seen enough to realize that there are some problems that cannot be solved by ordinary conventions. Without knowing everything he knows, without weighing things exactly as he does - it's hard to say what his world looks like to him. She has EXPERIENCE, in that regard - strange to be thankful for that now - and so instead of doing either, her fingers curl against his knuckle. Ran squeezes his hand.

" - I'm sure I'll have more questions at some point. But you've answered enough questions today. Thank you for telling me." It's not quite as fitting to make such an analogy in this case - she blames it on Shinichi - but as an experienced Watson, she has realized that sometimes the BEST course of action is to simply be there. "Thank you for letting me...KNOW you."

[yoakkemae]

@multiversal.

kaito's head tilts when he hears the skype ringtone go off -- it's been two months since he last heard from chikage , which was relatively par for the course. ( they try to chat at least once a month , but sometimes their timing don't match up. kaito doesn't really ask his mother what exactly she does , but he has guesses ). he turns the kettle on , rotates his laptop so that there was no way that hakuba ( in the room ) would be seen on the camera , and shrugs as a way to tell hakuba that he doesn't care if hakuba stays in the room. he answers the call , and he sees that chikage is in one of her favoured coffee shops in las vegas. before she can say anything , kaito says , ' bonjour , ' their normal greeting to use if someone else is in the room ( usually aoko ) but pointedly , kaito doesn't spin the laptop around as he normally would to let aoko greet chikage. chikage's eyes spark in curiosity , but the rest of her expression stays as the fun-loving mother as she returns his greetings in french.

[yoakkemae]

🖤 BLACK HEART, 🧪 TEST TUBE, ✍️ WRITING HAND

🖤 BLACK HEART — what would you say is the darkest thought you've ever experienced? what do you think caused you to have that thought? have you ever planned on or fantasized about acting on it?

' ... i've thought about killing snake. ' moonlight. a loud gunshot. an affable voice ( " good evening , kid ! although , wouldn't it be better if i called you kuroba tōichi , hm ? " ). red hot rage. ( you were right all along. you knew it had been sabotage , had known about it since the moment you woke up in the hospital to your mother's tears. it was vindication , but it was clawing , choking. you want nothing more than to -- ). ' he killed my dad , of course i wanted to kill him. but , no , i'm not planning on doing it. ' hasn't stopped him from dreaming about it , seeing how his blood would feel , how to freeze the scared look on his face. it makes him sick. at least he knows he hasn't gone too far.

🧪 TEST TUBE — if you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what is one thing you absolutely have to resolve and/or do before then?

' taking down the organisation who killed my father , of course. ' it's been slow , gathering evidence , using himself as bait. if he knew he was going to die tomorrow ... ' i'd take the information that i've gathered and burn it to the ground. metaphorically , that is. no use in hiding in the shadows when a spotlight hits , after all. ' pandora was important , but the organisation needed to be taken down.

✍️ WRITING HAND — what is one thing you wish you were better at? this can be a tactical skill, social skill, hobby, etc.

' ah ... probably being more emotionally open when i need to be. ' he rubs the back of his neck , wearing a sheepish expression on his face. ' honestly , i only really had aoko as a friend growing up , still kinda do , and the two of us ... aren't really like that. i love her dearly , but , yeah ... '

[yoakkemae]

ran brought a mini cake, bc she made it :') there's also a knot bracelet (for warding off evil and misfortune (tm)) she braided sitting in a cute lil box somewhere on the table. if you look closely enough you can see the matching one on her own wrist just peeking out her cuff :') her day is o p e n if he wants to go anywhere/do anything!!

he shouldn't be surprised , and yet he is. kaito has no doubt that the cake is homemade , and not because it's not bakery perfect. it's ran , of course she put her whole heart into the cake and the gift sitting on the table. he stands up to give her a hug and a peck on her forehead. ' thanks , ran. let's share the cake together. '