#FULLY agree with all of your tags kaito

[starlightmeissa]

i got in a mood again - via @kaitosano

gosh every time i get new art from you its such a surprise im so happy to see this! really love your inclusion of kushina's whiskers and just the coloring in general! the hair all looks great, esp seiko's :'D

they all look so happy. i sure hope nothing bad happens to them!

[boytouya]

𝘉𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘺’𝘴 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦

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request: “Hello! Could i pls request tamaki amajiki just being a sweetheart and infodumping about how much he loves butterflies to his boyfriend? Need fluff in this gay gay month, thxs! :]”

tags: i know nothing about butterflies, appalled by the feet tasting ngl, and the fact that it’s true, tamaki is SO in love, not mentioned but he really hopes you love him too, he knows you do though, i didn’t mention the butterfly color but it’s probably like that big one from animal crossing, but the butterfly isn’t big ykwim?, once again named after a song, but i wasn’t even listening to that song i was listening to butterfly by umi, in case you wanted to pair it while you read ;)

warnings: none!

a/n: i feel like i did amajiki dirty in this...maybe i’ll rewrite it. anyways, happy pride month!

When Amajiki told you he wanted to take you somewhere special, this was the last place you expected. A quiet field, full of freshly trimmed grass, daffodils, and various flowers occupied by well fed bees, wasn’t what you expected. But you loved it nonetheless, smiled brightly when your anxious boyfriend picked a flower to put behind your ear with shaking hands. You did the same for him, watched his bottom lip tremble as he sputtered out thanks. How sweet.

In hindsight, perhaps he should’ve brought something to sit on. It didn’t matter much though, as you took turns resting your heads on the other's lap. No matter what, whether his face was twisting into a grimace because of the sun in his eyes- or melting into a smile because he got to look down at you, Tamaki was always so cute. He always looked cute.

He chats you up and down, talks about anything and everything, listens to you talk about anything and everything, and soaks it up. He loves the attention from you, lets it seep into his skin and past his ribcage, straight to his quickening heart. He laughs quietly into the palm of his hand when you tell a joke and looks down at your hands when you speak. Everything about you truly was quaint, isn’t it? You remind him of home. The butterfly flapping towards you must agree, because it’s blue wings flutter almost as fast as those in his stomach until it finds a place on your head. You can feel it’s minuscule amount of weight, and you still completely.

It’s such a sight to see, he thinks. Such a fragile little thing finding comfort in you. The way your immediate response to it isn’t to smack it, kill it, or rip it off makes his chest fill with warmth. You reminded him of a butterfly, actually. Perfect on all sides, fragile when you want to be, but way tougher than anyone gives you credit for. Perhaps he’s projecting onto you, but either way, he couldn’t be more in love. You bring out something in him he didn’t know was there, and one day he’d thank you for it.

“A butterfly,” He watches it crawl, hesitating to flutter back into the horizon, and lifts his hand. It does move, but not to fly away. It makes its way onto his finger and rests. Of course Amajiki would be good with animals, he’s probably the closest anyone could ever be to them. A smile spreads across your features; makes your eyes squint and hurts your cheeks. He raises the hand to his face, his eyes widening. They’re such a deep shade they could pass as currents of indigo. It’s wings beat gently, and you can hear Tamaki gulp.“I hope we get to see her next time, they don’t live long.”

“Maybe she’s your Guardian Angel,” You joke, leaning in to watch him inspect the insect. His pink lips remain parted in awe, the sunlight beaming down on him adds an extra sparkle to his eyes. Or maybe it’s the butterfly. Maybe it’s you. You can tell he’s making an effort to breathe slowly, to remain as still as possible (though his hands have always been quite shaky) so he doesn’t scare off the animal. In a way, Tamaki is quite the butterfly himself. “More like Spirit Animal.”

“..Maybe,” He agrees as his smile widens, only for a second until he blinks away the laugh threatening to ruin his once in a lifetime opportunity. It would’ve been nice to have a camera, or some sort of ability to take screenshots through your eyes. This would just have to be one of those moments cherished through memory, you suppose. “Did you know butterflies have transparent wings? They.. They can’t bite or chew, but...they can taste stuff with their feet.”

“They don’t eat then?”

“Oh..Oh! They drink nectar...with their tongues... from flowers. They like sugary stuff too.” His grin looks dopey when he tilts his head to the side.

“Like Fatgum.” Amajiki tries not to choke on his own tongue. Such a bizarre comparison that only you could make up on the spot. This is why he likes you.

“Yeah...but he doesn’t taste things with his feet…” Tamaki puckers his lips after fully processing what he just said. It’s almost like he stops thinking when he’s with you.

When you crinkle your nose in disgust he can’t help but laugh. He was wondering if it was boring you, perhaps you weren’t that interested in useless butterfly facts. But there you were, asking questions and nodding along, making faces that dusted pink across Amajiki’s cheeks. There you were, smiling and laughing, letting the Sun hit you just right. You were perfect. You were his perfect boy. His boy with such a sweet smile, his boy with such a contagious laugh. He loved it. He loved that you were his, and vice versa. He loved you. Even more than he loved butterflies.

He lets the butterfly flutter away as his shoulders shake, and for once you can finally see his smile reach his eyes. He lets you place your hand where the butterfly once was. This felt way better anyway.

taglist:

@ryoukuna @indigowren21 @cannedfoodisbestfood @junkwhoore @kissesdenji @sanderssidesangsttrash @i-d0g @kaito-asmr @jream-23 @princejasno @mel-bigia04 @mhasimp666 @onehellofasimp @corporeal-terrestrial @angelaturservice @shadows-of-nightmares @double-homiecide @rintarosaku

[raifuujin]

I completely agree with your opinion on perv Kaito. The trope is just so annoying and cringy, and he always gets away with it. At least Shinichi, who is also a protagonist, does it mostly by accident (the accidental-perv is also an annoying af trope, don't get me wrong), and he still gets punishment for it.

As a whole, the trope of a pervert anime character is always annoying when it’s arbitrary. After I made that post, I was thinking a lot, and I remember still enjoying characters from Naruto from way back who were pervs, and whose perversion was played for laughs. 

But I think that: 1) Even if the character is a good character, you need to show that being a creep and doing that sort of thing isn’t okay. They still need to be punished for doing things that are socially unacceptable, even if you’re supposed to support them as a protagonist, mentor, whatever. It’s never a comfortable trope, but if it’s going to be used at all, it shouldn’t just be to appeal to people who want to do that sort of thing and know it’s not okay. It should appeal to those they’re going to be making uncomfortable by actually making the perv afraid or know they choose to do something they knew was wrong and they have to pay for it. (Which doesn’t include just making girls mad or getting hit once and having the perv do a thumbs up anyway. People getting angry is the same as getting enjoyment from a reaction, a rise out of someone, and still makes victims more than it makes the perv any more likable.)

So in the cases with Shinichi, it makes it more tolerable and at least feels balanced. He’s not creepy, because he’s not intentionally doing anything, and he (and Heiji once) get punished in a fair way. He falls under the thing I mentioned in the tags of someone who’s a little too innocent to handle that sort of thing, heck, he basically died at convenient gag writing making him see Ran naked. It doesn’t make me dislike the character at all, it makes me fully aware that the perv in all of this is the writer. ..As opposed to the problem with Kaito of Gosho giving Kaito way too many traits that are similar to his own, so Kaito actively acts on doing perv things, and it affects how him as a character is viewed.

2) A cheap laugh doesn’t excuse bad writing. If you’re trying to make your character complex, it’s rare that throwing in being a perv is going to help that at all. It’s literally meaningless 99% of the time the trope is used, it’s just an offensive joke that can actually take away from the enjoyment of the story or characters. I agree with acclaimedkaitou’s tags in that we need more actual character development with everyone, answers to questions that have been there for years, and overall more expanding on the actual story universe. We rarely see all of the MK characters (and MK in general) to begin with, so is it really the best idea to go back to chapter 1 and go back to a skirt flip for a laugh from a creep somewhere? No, not really. It doesn’t add anything, except maybe slap people who might have wanted to think that Kaito became more mature when MK changed styles. ‘Oh, it was a gag manga before, that at least makes the pervert Kaito make some sense. Product of the times and all that. ...Wait, he’s still doing that, still just goes right back to a casual conversation with everyone just accepting it, and is now even being encouraged in having Akako saying.... why?’ Nice to see Gosho’s art was the only thing that actually made progress over the years, if he feels he needs to fall back onto that now out of place humour. I wish it were treated appropriately like Shinichi, and Kaito were knocked off his bike. The card throwing wasn’t a punishment, after all, it was just a segue. 

But, ah well, there were multiple reasons Sun Halo disappointed me and I wish I could ignore it as canon. If I weren’t so much of a stickler for accuracy. The past could be left as past, but bringing it into the present is an insult to the shift the author forced onto the series by that point. *mutters more things about how, if it’s normal Kaito you want to show more of, then maybe try the novel idea of not having a Kid centered plot for chapters for once, actually let us see the characters interacting in normal day to day life without cramming a ton of tossed in traits in the small intro before Kid stuff, give them room to breathe and not be blatant bullet points that needed to be hit before moving on to the next thing*

[presumenothing]

Lol who am I kidding, I was definitely thinking of Dramatic Roof Scene again: “... Are you shivering?”“Hey, I got you…” Hakuba either corners KID (if roof scene) OR he's noticed Kaito's seemed a bit off today but not sure why (what if it's at school... BUT STILL ON THE ROOF??)

(prompt me anytime!)

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ok this might be a tad less Dramatic than originally expected but still

set in the pyrokinesis!verse – or, to blatantly appropriate a tag from the most excellent @ninthfeather: #and kaito frickin flying also that (look, naming things isn’t one of my skillsets okay). because that’s a thing now, apparently?

also, cookies of your favourite variety for everyone who reblogged the original posts with lovely comments! this verse was very much started on a whim, so it’s been a pleasant surprise that people actually like it by which I mean this is all your fault and I hope you’re enjoying it

(AO3)

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Saguru goes to the roof.

It’s the most reliable solution to the problem of ‘where is Kuroba?’, insofar as anything about the magician can be reliably dependable. Aoko agrees, too, which is to say that she’d told Saguru that it was one of her top ten rules when it came to handling one Kuroba Kaito.

(He is… still unsure, to this day, how serious she had been about that. Saguru’s own proclivity for rules is unusual, he knows that much, but then again Aoko does have a tendency of defying everyone’s expectations. She and Kuroba have that in common, among other things.)

At any rate, they’d reached a consensus: if you wanted to find Kuroba, you went up, and out.

(Saguru suspects that it’s at least partly due to Kuroba’s aerokinetic abilities – Aoko liked being in the water, and many of the elementals he’d met had been the same, though since Saguru lacks tendencies towards large-scale arson he can’t exactly confirm it himself – and partly just because the magician had a general affinity for high places and other off-limit areas.

Though at least Kuroba could catch himself and fly if he ever actually fell from any such areas, which was admittedly unlikely for him, and also more than could be said for most other people.)

Ekoda High is no skyscraper, of course – the main classroom building is only six storeys tall, but it’s still high enough that a frigid wind whips past Saguru’s face once he pushes open the roof access door.

Kuroba is easy to spot, for once, his school uniform constrasting starkly with the dull grey of the cement. He’s sitting near the edge of the roof, legs dangling out in between the railings.

Saguru almost hesitates at this point, but Aoko’s worried expression comes to mind (Kuroba had skipped three classes in a row, which was unusual even by his standards) and he sighs before walking over.

The wind is loud enough that his footsteps are almost inaudible. Saguru has little doubt that Kuroba noticed him anyway, though the magician doesn’t so much as turn around as he approaches. “Aoko sent you up here?” 

“Aoko-kun is concerned, yes, but I made the decision mys–” Saguru cuts himself off mid-sentence, and would probably have said something impolite if he’d been the type to swear. “You’re shivering, Kuroba-kun.” 

“Really.” Kuroba looks at his hands with a frown, then clenches them until they stop trembling. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Oh, for – Kuroba’s being serious, isn’t he, Saguru thinks despairingly, already unbuttoning and shrugging off his own uniform jacket, which he drapes over Kuroba’s shoulders in a deft motion. “At least bring a heavier coat if you’re going to brood up here, I’d credited you with more intelligence than this.”

Kuroba doesn’t move to pull the jacket any closer around himself, but he does look over at Saguru, at least. “Aren’t you co– oh, pyrokinetic, right.”

Saguru nods as he sits down next to Kuroba, with his back to the railing. (He’d have been really disturbed if Kuroba hadn’t figured that one out, honestly.)

They sit in silence for five and a half minutes – not an especially awkward silence, but certainly more unusual for Kuroba than himself – before the magician speaks up, apropos of nothing. “I guess I’ve been kind of an ass to you, Hakuba. Sorry.”

Saguru blinks, completely taken aback. “…well, it’s past lunch, but I suppose impossible things can’t always happen on a schedule, can they?”

Kuroba actually laughs at that one, which is slightly better than what Saguru had been aiming for, and further evidence (not that Saguru needed it) for the fact that his classmate is far more well-read and knowledgeable than he usually appears. “The impossible is my specialty!” he quips with some of his customary cheer, though even Saguru can tell it’s a little forced. 

“That much is obvious,” Saguru answers dryly. “Apology accepted, by the way, though I wasn’t looking for one. Let’s just say that I’ve had significantly less amiable encounters at my previous school, and leave it at that.”

To put it mildly, he adds mentally. It’d never been anything overt, but then it never had to be, and the small things added up quickly – his half-Japanese heritage, his skills, even the apparent mismatch between his element and personality. (Even though extensive research had already demonstrated the lack of significant correlation between the two, but Holmes forbid anyone consult the literature before forming completely unfounded beliefs.)

Kuroba, expression now sober again, gives him a look that suggests he’s more or less guessed what Saguru is thinking. Fortunately, he doesn’t pursue it any further, though Saguru doesn’t expect it when he changes the topic.

“My dad…” Kuroba trails off, and exhales, leaning forward against the rail. “You know what day it is?”

“I am aware of the date’s significance, yes,” Saguru answers cautiously – he’d read the case file and whatever articles he could get ahold of regarding Kuroba Toichi’s death, though they had been ultimately uninformative beyond the basic facts. “For what it’s worth, I am sorry for your loss, Kuroba-kun. All the evidence suggests that he was a great man.”

“Yes, he was.” Kuroba, when Saguru chances a look at him, is staring off into the distance. Saguru wonders what he sees. “Shortly before you transferred to our class… I discovered that his death was most probably not an accident.”

Saguru breathes in sharply, a hiss of surprise, but his mind is already piecing together the puzzle – his suspicions about Kuroba Toichi, the increasingly bold snipers at heists (which he fully intends to confront Kid about when he gets the opportunity, just not today), the relatively few ways one could ensure a death by fire – and he doesn’t like the answer that’s taking shape. “Why didn’t you go to the police, if you had evidence of foul play?”

“I didn’t. Nothing they could act on, at least.” Kuroba’s voice is bitter. “But you can see why I took your abilities badly.”

Saguru tries to imagine himself in the same position – suddenly confronted with the same ability he suspected was involved in the death of someone he cared deeply about – and can’t quite suppress a shudder of his own, though he manages to keep his tone even when he answers. “A perfectly understandable response. And as I said, I wasn’t bothered by your attitude, even if it wasn’t quite for the usual reasons.”

“Just thought you’d like to know, that’s all,” Kuroba says before lapsing back into silence, during which Saguru makes a mental note to look into the records over at Organised Crime – any pyrokinetic that powerful (allowing for the use of accelerants, of course, which lowered the required strength considerably) would probably have been noted down somewhere.

Saguru would know, after all.

He breaks the silence five minutes later, standing up and dusting his pants off. “Come on, we’d better head back to class before Aoko threatens to water jet us. Or worse.”

Kuroba looks up at him, something searching in his gaze. “If I said I’d come down later… you wouldn’t trust me, would you?”

Saguru gives the question honest thought, considering the probabilities, then shakes his head with some regret. “Not on this, no.”

“Fair enough.” Kuroba shrugs, handing the extra jacket back as he stands up, showing no signs of stiffness even though Saguru is certain that he’s been essentially sitting stock still in the same spot for hours.

(Abilities aside, it was little wonder that Kaitou Kid ran circles around the Task Force, Saguru couldn’t help but think, even with Kuroba near single-handedly planning all of the heists. Though if the Task Force made good on their whispered plans to hire Aoko when she graduated – assuming Nakamori-keibu didn’t throw a fit first – then… Saguru has the sudden mental image of Kaitou Kid being chased with a mop by an irate inspector.)

At Saguru’s badly stifled snicker, Kuroba turns around, walking backwards without even bothering to glance behind him. “What?”

“Nothing,” Saguru answers smoothly. “Just imagining Aoko-kun chasing the Kaitou Kid while armed with mops and high-powered water jets.”

Kuroba blanches briefly, then starts laughing as well, until he almost backs into the door without noticing. 

Saguru lets that one pass uncommented, and Kuroba huffs in seeming annoyance before turning back to open the door. 

For all that the cold never really gets to Saguru – he hadn’t been misdirecting Kuroba earlier, his pyrokinetic abilities did serve as a buffer against all but the most extreme of weather – he’s still glad to leave the wind behind as he closes the access door behind them.

“You know, there’s this kid from Beika that you should meet.” Kuroba grins at him as they head down the stairs, looking considerably more like his usual self. “Electrokinetic, and a powerful one to boot.”

Saguru flips through a mental list of people he knows from Beika, and stops short. “…you can’t possibly mean Edogawa Conan. He’s a little young to have fully manifested his powers, isn’t he?”

“Oh, he has them, all right.” Kaito’s expression falters, presumably recalling some past incident. “Did you know that electrokinetics are apparently resistant to tasers?”

“I do now,” Saguru answers with a raised eyebrow. “And how did you find that out, then? Electrokinetics are rare enough that the research on them is rather sparse, as I recall.”

Kuroba waves a hand airily, carefree grin already firmly back in place. “Oh, I just overheard some of the Task Force people talking about it. Kaitou Kid tried it at a heist, apparently, and the little detective gave him a earful on the dangers of using tasers on children.”

…well, Saguru’s definitely going to find the original witness statements from that heist – clearly not one he’d been around for – and have a good bout of amusement at Kid’s expense. (He wonders if this is some gesture of gratitude on Kuroba’s part, but he’ll take it anyway, whatever it is.) “Seems like we can add child endangerment to Kid’s list of crimes, then? I’m sure Division One would be happy to help us with the paperwork.”

The answer is rife with indignation. “Hey! Kid-sama would never do anything to actually endanger a kid, okay – ”

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…heh. this was partly inspired by your tag (@swingingrobin​): #also lol will Kaito ever try to be considerate or is he actively avoiding ever being nice to Hakuba?

which – er. on a reread that is indeed how Kaito comes off in this verse, though I can definitely say I didn’t do that intentionally. but apparently my response to that is another thousand words exploring why that might be the case? plus a bonus mention of what Conan might be up to in this verse (aka I conveniently appropriated Railgun’s powers for him sorry Misaka)? like what even is my life anymore tbh

so yeah somehow I ended up with 1.5k of vague angst after the previous cracky instalment mood whiplash what whiplash amirite (look it could’ve been worse, I briefly considered setting this post-Nightmare… but nah, neither these poor kids nor I deserve that conversation. it was tempting though. man do they ever have Issues. so many Issues.)

in case it wasn’t clear – the fact that they’re all verbally dancing around is that it’s the anniversary of Toichi’s death (which Aoko also knows), and in this verse it seems distinctly possible that Snake got a pyrokinetic to do it, which genuinely doesn’t bear thinking about, honestly 

(it’s deliberately left open to interpretation, but I assume Snake probably isn’t one himself, and as Saguru thinks here the pyrokinetic was possibly just involved in starting the fire, with the rest being dong via accelerants/damaged equipment/whatever nefarious setup have you)