#adult detective conan characters

[dior-elkie]

Matchmaker's Regret

Hakuba Saguru was known for his keen intellect and sharp deduction skills, traits that had earned him a reputation as a brilliant detective. He had a close friend named Hattori Heiji, whose passion for solving crimes matched his own. Yet, despite their shared love for unraveling mysteries, Hattori often found himself feeling incomplete, as if ‘something’ was missing from his life.

One evening, as they sat together in Hakuba's study drinking wine, surrounded by shelves of books and the faint scent of aged paper, Hakuba observed his friend's weird behavior. Hattori’s doing a certain pose right now which he does whenever he’s solving a complicated case. But right now, they’re just hanging out. So what might Hattori be thinking in that prett— in that head of his?

Tired of the silence, Hakuba finally decided to break it.

"Hattori," Hakuba began, his tone thoughtful, "I can't help but notice that you seem somewhat... weir— scratch that, you’ve always been weird.” He said as he fiddled with the wine glass’ stem. He coughed and continued what he was saying. “Well, I meant to say that you seem bored lately."

Hattori sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess.” He paused for a second before continuing. “Don't get me wrong, Haku, I love what we do. But sometimes it feels like there's something more I'm searching for. It feels empty inside here." He said as he placed his hand over his heart.

“Hm.” Hakuba wanted to tease Hattori for saying that but as he gazed over at him, he noticed the sincerity in his friend's eyes, the faint furrow in his brow showing a deeper sense of longing. So instead of teasing him, Hakuba adopted a more serious tone. "I understand, Hattori. It's natural to feel that way sometimes, especially when we're caught up in the routine of our work.” Hakuba leaned forward, his blue eyes gleaming with determination. "I believe I know precisely what you need, Hattori.”

“Hm?” Hattori looked at him. “You do?” He asked as Hattori nodded and smiled.

“What you're missing is someone to share your life with—a person you can love."

This got Hattori’s attention even more.

“A person I can.. love? I never thought of that before. My heart skipped a beat when you said it just now so I believe that you’re right.” Hattori chuckled as he came to this realization.

But then he slumped on his seat again, drink in hand. “But.. where can I even find love in the first place?” Hattori sighed again.

Hakuba smirked.

“I can help you with that.”

“Oh? Then pray tell.” Hattori sipped some of the wine before putting the glass back on the table.

“I have this friend in Tokyo. I believe he’s looking for someone too.” Hakuba smirked. “Don’t worry about getting along with him. He’s a detective too and has been solving crimes since high school, just like you. Moreover, I believe you have heard of him?” He said as Hattori just tilted his head, obviously confused.

“He was known as the Detective of the Eas—” He was cut off as Hattori started coughing. Worried by this sudden situation, Hakuba hurriedly grabbed a glass of water to hand it to him. Hattori drank it and calmed down.

“Are you alright?” Hakuba said as he sat back down.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m alright. I just can’t believe you’re friends with such a pretty big shot like him.” Hattori laughed, awkwardly.

“Did you just call him pretty? Have you guys ever even met?”

“Well, no. I just saw him in the news occasionally and thought he’s pretty. God forgives men who appreciate the beauty of other men.” Hattori rolled his eyes.

“You’re so dramatic. I didn’t mean it like that. Well, anyway. I'll get in touch with him and arrange a time for you both to meet up. Does that sound good?” Hakuba sipped some of the wine again.

Hattori nodded, slightly amused by their conversation. "Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks, Haku. I appreciate it."

Hakuba smiled, pleased that Hattori was on board with the idea. "No problem at all. I think you two will get along just fine. And who knows, maybe you'll even be able to work on a case together in the future."

The thought intrigued Hattori. Working alongside another skilled detective could prove to be both challenging and rewarding. "Yeah, that would be interesting. I'm looking forward to meeting him."

As they continued chatting, the evening wore on, filled with discussions about their respective detective work, shared cases, and the intricacies of solving mysteries.

~~

With Hakuba’s declaration, he set out to play matchmaker, determined to find the perfect ‘companion’ for his friend. He reached out to his friend from Tokyo, a young man named Kudo Shinichi, whom he believed would be an excellent match for Hattori.

He called him, one afternoon, and the other line immediately picked up.

“Hello? Hakuba-san? To what do I owe the honor?”

“Stop being so formal, Kudo-kun. We’ve known each other for a long time and I know you don’t act like this.” Hakuba bluntly said.

Shinichi laughed and said, “Stop being so serious, Haku-san. Then, what do you need me for?”

“Oh, well. I—  you said you’re looking for a date right?”

“Oh? Is this what I think it is? Are you offering yourself as my date? Hm, didn’t think you like me like tha—” Shinichi was cut off because Hakuba sensed the other was smirking, even though he couldn’t see him.

“No. It’s not me. It’s a friend of mine. He’s a detective too.”

Shinichi laughed at Hakuba’s blunt response.

“Well, I’m free anytime. Just text me when he’s available."

“Alright, I hope you two get along…. Oh wait, I forgot to tell him good luck with you..”

“Huh?! What do you mean by good luck with me? I am, like, the most kind and responsible person anyone will ever meet.” Shinichi huffed.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.” Hakuba said as he hanged up the phone without giving time for Shinichi to response.

~~

A week later, introductions were made, and from the moment Hattori and Shinichi met, there was an undeniable spark between them. (Hakuba immediately excused himself when the two walked into a cafe for their first date). They bonded over their shared interests, their conversations flowing effortlessly as they discovered more about each other.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as Hattori and Shinichi continued to grow closer. They spent countless hours together, exploring the city, solving mysteries, and simply enjoying each other's company.

Hattori found himself drawn to Shinichi's sharp wit and unwavering determination, while Shinichi admired Hattori's resilience and fearlessness in the face of danger.

Their partnership (dates) extended beyond mere crime-solving; they became each other's confidants, sharing their hopes, fears, and dreams late into the night. Hattori found solace in Shinichi's understanding nature, knowing that he was someone he could always turn to in times of need.

As Hattori's attention drifted further toward Shinichi, Hakuba couldn't shake the twinge of sadness that tugged at his heart. Each time he saw them together, laughing or solving cases to cases, Hakuba felt a pang of jealousy mixed with longing. 

He missed him. Hakuba missed his Hattori so much. He missed their late-night talks about cases and other things, and the competitive spirit that fueled their interactions. He missed the way Hattori talks, and moves, and the way Hattori gets excited whenever he talks about the books of his favorite author, Ellery Queen.

Trying to fill the void, Hakuba threw himself into his own investigations, but the thrill of solving puzzles, cases, and mysteries felt hollow without Hattori by his side.

One fateful day, as Hakuba was engrossed in deciphering a particularly complicated case, his phone rang. It was Hattori, his best friend who he hasn’t heard for weeks. His voice sounded excited.

“Ha-ku-ba-kun~ Guess whattt!!!”

“If you stopped screaming into my ears, then maybe I can guess it.”

“You’re as mean as ever”

“You deserve it.”

Hattori chuckled, “Well anyway, I have news!”

With a sinking feeling in his chest, Hakuba listened intently as Hattori revealed the news. His breath caught in his throat as Hattori confessed that he and Shinichi had decided to start dating.

For Hakuba, it was as if the world had come to a standstill. He felt a whirlwind of emotions coursing through him – surprise and a profound sadness that he couldn't quite comprehend. His mind raced as he tried to process the revelation.

He should have expected this, of course. He was the one who introduced the two men to each other because they were both looking for love. He knew that they had a lot in common, so it wouldn't be surprising to see them become close immediately.

He knew, of course, he knew.

But he hadn't anticipated they'd be together now even after only a year of knowing each other.

As Hattori spoke excitedly, telling his best friend all of what happened between him and Shinichi, Hakuba realized the depth of his own feelings. He had never fully acknowledged them before, burying them deep within his heart. But now, faced with the reality of Hattori being with someone else, Hakuba couldn't ignore the truth any longer.

Hakuba's chest tightened with a pang of sorrow, but he masked his true emotions behind a facade of happiness for his friend. "That's wonderful news, Hattori," he said, forcing a smile. "I'm truly happy for you both."

“Thank you so much, Haku. If it weren’t for you, we would have actually never met. I’ll make sure to make you my groomsman when Shinichi and I get married.” Hattori laughed, “Well, I gotta go now. I’ll see you around, Haku!”

As Hattori hung up the phone, Hakuba couldn't help but feel a sense of regret wash over him. He realized that his feelings for Hattori ran deeper than mere friendship—that perhaps when he helped Hattori find his happiness, he had overlooked his own desires.

Hakuba took a deep breath, steeling himself against the pain of unrequited love. He knew he had to let go, to find his own path forward without Hattori by his side. And as he grabbed a glass of wine (the same wine Hakuba and Hattori drank that evening), a sense of bittersweet acceptance settled over him, mingling with the echoes of what could have been.

Hii, I hope you had a great time reading that! Also this is an au where there's no conan and shinichi's personality is so much better than the 'before conan' in the original, if you get what i mean. also, shinichi and heiji is kinda ooc but erm thats alr, right?

[haro4869]

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[blueskittlesart]

AAAAAH omg Case Closed fan!! I had the fattest crush on Harley Hartwell (Heiji Hattori) when I was a preteen. Looking back idk why my parents let me read that LMAO

i do sincerely love case closed but it also fascinates me because i cant for the life of me figure out what the target audience is supposed to be. conan is both 7 and 16 and theyre dealing with like actual real life murders and the solutions are so complex that i, a 21 year old obsessed with mysteries, have yet to actually solve a single one before the reveal 400 chapters in and the setup is so fundamentally ridiculous that no one over the age of 10 or so could ever hope to take it seriously and the most recent case i read involved actual literal cocaine and multiple armed thugs kidnapping and beating up a teenager. I can only conclude that it's written for guys like me who love detectives so much they don't care if the story is actually good. and im obsessed with it

[prompt-master]

The worst part about the modern detco animation style is that it feels like they through all the budget into the backgrounds

[aro-aizawa]

i love love love when im watching smth new and i instantly find my new favourite character in it like hello i am very far into this and you've just appeared and snatched the solo from my fave how are you

[muslimintp-1999-girl]

It is 2023, the detco fandom needs to end shipwars

[morporkian-cryptid]

Welcome to the wonderful world of Arsène Lupin Copyright Shenanigans

Have I ever told y’all about the absolute madness that is the legal issues around the Lupin franchise ? Probably. Can I find the post in question ? No. Am I going to tell you again ? You fucking bet !

The year is 1905, and detective stories are all the rage. Maurice Leblanc, a young writer, is commissioned by the magazine Je Sais Tout to write a short story on the same model as Sherlock Holmes. Maurice Leblanc says « Screw this detective shit », and creates the character of Arsène Lopin, gentleman thief.

No, this is not a typo.

Arsène Lopin, a municipal advisor in Paris, hears about it and contacts Leblanc. « You are not fucking writing a story about a thief who shares my name. » To which Leblanc replied, « Lopin ? No no, you misunderstand, this is Arsène Lupin, completely different person. »

And he gets away with it.

Leblanc writes a bunch more stories about Arsène Lupin, they get popular, and he decides he wants to write a crossover with the famous British detective, Sherlock Holmes. A crossover in which, of course, Lupin will win and Holmes will be humiliated.

Arthur Conan Doyle hears about it, and is not thrilled. He contacts Maurice Leblanc with a message along the lines of « You are not fucking writing a story where my Amazing-Original-Character-Do-Not-Steal gets bested by a thief. » To which Leblanc replies, « Sherlock Holmes? No no, you misunderstand, this is Herlock Sholmes, completely different person. »

And he gets away with it.

The years pass, more Lupin stories are written, they’re translated and exported outside of France, and wouldn’t you know it, Japan takes a strong liking to the « gentleman thief » archetype in general and to Arsène Lupin in particular.

The years is 1967, and mangaka Kazuhiko Kato, best known by his pen name Monkey Punch, is commissioned by the magazine Weekly Manga Action to create a manga for their first issue. He reads 15 of Leblanc’s stories, and creates Lupin the Third, a character who is the grandson of the famous gentleman thief. He does not bother asking the Leblanc Estate for permission, as Japan doesn’t give much of a crap about French copyright laws.

(For the record, Weekly Manga Action was the first manga magazine for an adult audience (outside of erotica), and Lupin III was published in its first issue, effectively making it one if not the very first adult manga in the history of manga.)

The Lupin III manga gets popular, is adapted into an anime, the anime gets popular, it gets translated into other languages and exported to Europe…

And then the Leblanc estate rears its head. «You are not making an anime about our character without paying us fucking royalties, » they say to Monkey Punch. To which Monkey Punch, channeling the spirit of the deceased Maurice Leblanc into his very soul, replies : « Lupin ? No no, you misunderstand, this is Rupan, completely different person. »

And he fucking gets away with it.

(Arsène Lupin became public domain in France in 2012. Before that, Lupin the Third took many different names in European releases, among which Rupan, Wolf, and in France, Edgar de la Cambriole (Edgar of Burglary).)

Additional tomfuckery :

The year is 1982, and science-fiction animated series are getting extremely popular. TMS decides to try and get a slice of the cake, and begins the development of Lupin VIII, a sci-fi spinoff about Lupin III’s descendant. The anime is being produced in France, and the Leblanc Estate once again rears its head. « Sure, you can make that anime, » they say, « but pay us fucking royalties. » TMS, as previously established, does not want to pay the Leblanc Estate diddly squat, and so they scrap half of the project, recycle the other half, and go « Lupin VIII ? No no, you misunderstand, this is Inspector Gadget, completely different person. »

The year is 1930, and famous Japanese writer Tarō Hirai writes The Golden Mask, a novel in which his detective character Kogoro Akechi goes up against none other than Arsène Lupin. Hirai’s pen name was Edgar Allan Poe- wait, wait, no, sorry, it’s Edogawa Ranpo, completely different person.

(Later, Gosho Aoyama names his character, Detective Conan Edogawa, after Arthur Conan Doyle and Edogawa Rampo (and the anime is distributed by TMS).)

(More than fifty years later, the Lupin III anime makes a tribute to Ranpo’s Gold Mask with the double episode The Imperial City Dreams of Thieves.)

The year is 2021, and Capcom is releasing the video game The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles, in which famous detective Sherlock Holmes plays a central role. Unfortunately for them, a few Sherlock Holmes stories are still under copyright, and the Conan Doyle Estate is about as stubborn and greedy as their French cousins. « Pay us fucking royalties, » they say.

In the English release of the game, Sherlock Holmes is renamed to, you guessed it...

...fucking Herlock Sholmes.

[daisys-reality]

your consciousness is like a billion+ years old (if we ignore the fact that time isn't real lol) and you would still date someone that is close in age to your CR age... does it make you a weirdo? no. it would be normal here in your CR to be attracted to someone close in age. because your mind/awareness of this reality is as old as your body/brain here !

and when you shift to reality where body&brain is idk 10 years old - you will have the perception and emotional/mental capacity of a 10 years old kid !! (ok well... unless you actively choose/script to be an otherworldly adult trapped in a childs body but then again... i would wonder about your intentions for doing so.... ?)

but back to the topic, here are some examples:

do you know conan from the anime detective conan? because of some type of drug he was forced to take his body turned into his 6-7 years old self while he kept the mind of his 17 y/o self AND EVEN THEN: he needed more sleep, became more quickly drowsy, his attention span was less good and he overall felt the needs of his child body daily because he WAS a child again, even if his mind wanted to do more, his body wasn't as durable to do so, he felt restricted by his own body.

also, if you've read some webtoons that talk about regression or transmigration etc. where the main character turns back in time or just wakes up in a body that is physically younger than their former self - even there you can see that they feel the limitations of being a child again (weakened body, need for more sleep, stronger emotions & mood swings, struggles with speaking and forming difficult thoughts, shorter memory capacity etc.)

if hormones & co, the stage of development of our brain, and all the positive, traumatic,(...) childhood experiences influence our mind and body from childhood/teenage to adulthood - why would it be different in other realities? especially those that are so similar to our CR human world... so, in that sense, once you shift, you kinda take over an already limited and different-wired body and your mind adjusts to the situation your DR self is in ...because you ARE your DR self in that moment

i hope that makes sense ♡

[kitorin]

letters to my favourite author.

in which, within the darkest times of your struggles, a secret yet admiring fan is there for you.

contents. unknown bllk character (revealed towards the end, check tags if you want to know beforehand) x gn!reader | fluff | 6.591k words | writer!reader | self esteem issues | one argument (reader and isagi are harsh) | slowburn (?) | isagi is your childhood friend

a/n. thank you to yumi and ray for the help !

"I wanna be a writer."

It's summer of your final year of primary school, radiant sun sinking into the horizon, vibrant hues of orange bleeding out into the sky. The taste of soda lingers in your mouth, drops of the melted ice block gently plop onto your skin, the cold sensation makes you jolt a bit.

"Really?" Yoichi, the boy who's been by your side since forever piques with fascination. He pauses from eagerly sucking on his popsicle, turning towards you with his azure eyes, interest blazing within them.

You nod, ignoring part of the melted ice block dribbling down your chin. "Miss told me I was really good at it, she said to write everyday, I like stories. I don't want to stop making or reading them when we're adults." The liquid smeared onto your face remains neglected, as your heart begins pounding at your teacher's words.

"This is amazing, you have to keep writing. I want to read so much more."

It's not like the first time you've been complimented, but being called good at a game or sport can't even compare to someone craving more of what you created. There's an indescribable sense of pride heating up in your chest, maybe one day you could even write something, something that has people glued to every word on the page, something that someone couldn't resist putting down; something that's like the books you stay up reading.

You've finally found it, the soccer to your Yoichi, what you want to continue doing for the rest of your life, what you want to dedicate your life to.

"I think it's awesome! Your stories are always read out in class. You could beat Detective Conan!" He's too engrossed in this new found dream of yours, not even noticing the melting ice block in his hand, coating it with sticky syrup.

"Yocchan that'll never happen… All stories are beautiful, it's not like soccer where you have to be 'better'." Despite telling him off, another smile creeps up on your lips, with your best friend's support and teacher's encouragement, this new objective of yours seemed attainable. Either way, you were determined to work hard and persist no matter what.

Yoichi's hand grasps yours, the joyous glint remaining in his eyes. "Doesn't matter, I'll be the best striker and you'll be the best writer! Promise?"

"Promise." And with confident grins scrawled on your expressions, you race home, popsicles long gone and forgotten, melted away in the suffocating heat.

"Y/n, what the fuck is this?"

The cursing and vexation threaded into his voice and tone catch you off guard, a complete juxtaposition of the peaceful atmosphere of the classroom, with now only you and Yoichi there, soaked in the comfortable sunlight. Gold stains the room as cheery exclamations can be heard in the distance, as students rush to their after-school plans.

"What's wrong?" Your lips curve into a frown, scavenging through memories in an attempt to figure out what's wrong. Though you'd been struggling recently, none of those issues translated to your friendship with him. "Did something happen?"

"Oh my fucking god, I'm talking about this crap." He slams a sheet on the closest desk— yours. It's your career path form. You recognise your own handwriting, the occupations "psychology" and "law" written as the main two paths you're interested in.

"What about it?" You're still not sensing the issue here. "It's my future, I'm interested in those paths." There's a puzzled expression as you wonder, why Yoichi was so annoyed at the degrees you might want to study, it's not like you're altering his life.

Your confusion only seemed to amplify his anger. "What the hell happened to writing? Weren't you supposed to become an author?" So this is what this was about.

"It's just a hobby. Other jobs make more money anyways-"

"Fucking hell, since when did you care so much about money?"

You don't. Obviously money matters significantly within one's life, but you're not striving to be filthy rich. Realistically, studying at university would bring a lot more success than writing, at least, not at how you are currently.

"Yocchan— I still need to make a living, I can't make much out of being an author—."

"So? You haven't even tried."

Because it's obvious it'll never work. "Writing isn't a career I can succeed in, I mean, just look at Haru. Someone like them. Or anyone else I know who writes." "Haru"'s a friend of yours, one that you met on the website you frequently post your works, among plenty of other writers you've befriended. They're popular, only being on for a few months and managing to rack up thousands of likes, as well as plenty of followers.

You're over the moon for how well they do, you truly are, but it doesn't and can't stop the envy and insecurity creeping up on you; a fatal disease slowly infecting you, tainting you with overwhelming jealousy.

You can't help it, not even their account makes your achievements look pathetic and insignificant; if Haru were to have an off day and receive less attention on any of their uploads, it'd amount to what you get on a good day, actually, probably even more.

"Oh. My. God. Haru this, Haru that, you don't see me getting upset about Hiori or Kurona everyday do you?" Yoichi scowls, seemingly getting more upset at you and this whole ordeal. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Sports and writing aren't the same. You wouldn't get it." He really wouldn't. In soccer you can practise the same kick over and over again, until it really drills into muscle memory. But when writing, you can't rewrite the same metaphor, or simile, or anything really, then be able to write something beautiful. Repetition can't save an author.

"Fine—, but one thing I understand is having a dream." That day twelve years old you announced your new life goal of becoming an author flits through your mind, and gosh you'd do anything for that oblivion, the oblivion of how harsh reality is, the oblivion that provides innocence the privilege of dreaming freely.

"You don't get it, writing needs talent." Or whatever the hell it is, because no matter how much effort you put in and how much wellbeing you sacrifice, there's always someone doing better; attracting more attention, more compliments and more love.

"And you have it. I know how you and Haru write, you're equally good, actually, your writing's so much more interesting. Talent isn't the fucking issue, it's you and how you're not trying enough"

"You're only saying that because you're too stupid to differentiate." Guilt is quick to stab you in the stomach, and you're already feeling the consequences and hurt of your words, as if they were targeted towards you.

Yoichi only scoffs. "And you're too fucking sad and undisciplined to work hard." And he's wrong. Completely. Yet it's salt to the wound, to be perceived in such an ugly manner by someone so valuable to you. “I have training now. Bye.”

You're mustering a response, wanting to apologise, beg for forgiveness; whilst desperately finding the right words to defend yourself. Yoichi doesn't give you a chance to respond, as he leaves, you notice the frustrated grit of his teeth and how even his footsteps sound livid.

"Yocchan—"

You follow, unsure of what you want to do. You want to cry, but you also want to scream out of rage. You're doing your best to chase him down the corridor, your legs are tempted to give out from the sheer emotional torment the argument was; yet you insist on pushing through the discomfort.

Yoichi's long gone by now, either sprinting home or running to the comfort of his soccer team.

As a sigh of defeat leaves your lips you return to the classroom for your stuff, chewing on the inside of your mouth out of frustration, not caring about the consequences nor the ulcers that'd appear there in a few days.

Fights are normal, they're inevitable in all kinds of relationships. They're not foreign to you and Yoichi considering how you've been friends since diapers, you both put the effort in communicating afterwards, and knew how to properly apologise.

But not once has Yoichi ever sworn at you like that.

It's immature to ignore issues instead of making an attempt to resolve them, but if you keep telling yourself to focus on going home for now, you can deal with your emotions once you were okay physically.

The pencil case returns to your bag, and your books are about until you notice the post-it stuck on it, sky blue with thin writing resembling fish bones.

Hello [username]

I've enjoyed reading your works for a long time now, they're such fascinating pieces that I find myself rereading and staying up late for.

I know I had no right to eavesdrop, however it was not intentional in the slightest. I don't think you and Haru are comparable. They may have more followers but your ideas and there their execution are a lot more beautiful in my eyes. Popularity, followers, and likes don't define you, or anyone.

I can tell you work hard I respect and admire it but take care of yourself. You take priority.

As you finish reading the pale blue post-it, you finally register the sense of dread.

The words are sweet, they're wholesome and what you've needed to hear for so long. Roses of warm comfort bloom within your heart at the sight of someone acknowledging the effort you put in.

But thorns of trepidation remind you that someone knows your online alias; someone at school nonetheless.

Ah.

You're screwed.

Your online presence has always been a secret, for the better. Someone discovering all the love stories you posted online would simply be embarrassing, that's for your follower's eyes and theirs only.

Normally you'd ignore the message, and just pray they don't decide to reveal your identity.

Yet you find the pen in your hand dancing across a piece of paper.

[To the light blue post-it, thank you so much ! It's really appreciated]

Then you don't stop there, pinning it onto the class noticeboard with a push pin. What were you thinking? Or expecting? You weren't exactly sure, and found this trivial attempt at contacting a stranger foolish, yet you still give your message displayed on your board the last hopeful look, before going home.

By the next day, your note was nowhere to be seen. And this time, instead of a post-it, it’s a pale blue envelope, carefully slid between your notebooks.

"And here, with the context of the Egalitarian and feminist era, we can tell…" The teacher's words are drowned by your fascination with the letter, as you carefully open it, ensuring only you get to witness the contents.

Hello again

i'm I'm glad to hear that my words could mean something to you. It's an honour for you to respond, I wasn't expecting anything back. I hope after yesterday you feel better, even if it's the slightest bit.I've been re-reading your stuff a lot recently, especially on the bus, train and before sleeping.

It's oddly weird, I never liked reading. I can't seem to find books that I don't give up on. Even so I never thought I would read romance. I always thought it’d be a bit uncomfortable to read.

I don't have much time since I've been busy, but if you have the time I'd like to receive a letter back. As long as it's from your heart. It's a lot for just a follower to ask. But I find you as interesting as your writing. If you're okay with sending a response can you slip it in the very last locker in our class? It's unused so it works for now.

There's a faint tinge of disappointment at them remaining anonymous, but it's cancelled out by the overwhelming joy tugging your lips into a smile.

Someone likes your writing enough to put the effort into a letter.

You still continue to ignore the teacher, tearing out a page of your English book, eagerly writing a response for whoever this. The now familiar blossom of warmth is back, you could almost start giggling at how exhilarating you found this all.

The pen skims across the torn out page, your reply gradually materialising. The world around you is completely dismissed, right now it's only you and the letter.

It's not until your teacher snaps at you, demanding your attention, earning a quick switch in demeanour; from accumulating excitement to fabricated focus and a feigned interest in classic texts.

Have you made up with Isagi?

Your heart drops at the mention of Yoichi in today’s letter, nails digging into your palm with frustration; because the answer to the question is no.

I'm not trying to intrude, but you should try to if you haven't (it looks like you haven't talked about it yet). Fighting is normal among people, but it's dangerous if you don't do something about it quickly.

With time, it can become irrepairable irreparable. And I don't want you to go through that with someone you care about cherish.

It's been around a week, a week of these note and letter exchanges, slipping them into the empty locker. Lately, you've found yourself patiently waiting for their messages to appear alongside your possessions. They didn’t always write letters, if they didn't have time it was a post-it note instead, either one had you fully engrossed, clinging onto every word written.

I can't really offer advice. It might be a bit scary but anyone can tell you and Isagi care about each other a lot. He looks upset at training. You seem to be the same during class too.

And they're right, ever since that heated exchange of untruthful words in the classroom, Yoichi's been avoiding you. Eyes avoiding yours, opting to eat with his soccer teammates instead, and the absence of time spent together leaves you feeling empty.

So don't beat yourself up about over it. Stress and anger can make you say things you don't mean. I know you'll be able to fix things.

They're right again. You didn't mean to call Yoichi stupid; all the insecurity and doubt had been accumulating recently, internalised with the suppression of expressing yourself, it had gotten to a point you couldn't control it. As a consequence, you unwillingly took it out on Yoichi, he retaliated and the pointless argument left both of you hurt.

A few glances of the classroom inform you that he's not here, either out speaking to someone in a different class or at a meeting for soccer. You ask Bachira, a teammate of Yoichi's.

"Hm? Isagi and Rin had to go do something, it might be about the upcoming game." Bachira pauses for a moment, pondering what exactly it might've been about. "Somethin' about them having to figure out who plays striker, probably." A quick thank you sends him buzzing away, on this way to go bother Kunigami.

After school it is.

Time passes rapidly, as you're preoccupied with selecting a work in progress to continue, brainstorming the potential trajectory of the events. Mechanical pencil rushes over paper, transcribing your thoughts into potential story. It's not until the bell drags you back to reality, as Yoichi calls out to you. Speak of the devil.

"Can we talk? After school and at our usual place?"

You nod "Was going to ask you the same." The convenience of how the two of you always seem to be aligned would've earnt a grin, if only it wasn't for such a serious and uncomfortable topic.

He reciprocates the nod, returning to his desk, as you fail to ignore the creeping dread ensnaring your heart.

You're not quite sure what you're exactly so worried about.

It's either:

a) Possibilities of another argument occurring, with the recent avoidance and discomfort, it’ll be worse than last time. It’s likely, given how tense the atmosphere was yesterday, regret and hurt lingering in the air yet simultaneously suffocating you.

b) The tiny sliver of chance that Yoichi wants to stop being your friend, rather than talk about the argument. Although this outcome is unlikely with how close you are, paranoia couldn't care less about logic and rationality.

c) Being unable to articulate your recent inner turmoil and conflict. Despite your passion for interpreting your thoughts and emotions into fiction, it feels impossible to explain yourself to Yoichi; words getting stuck in your throat and choking on the bitter self doubt.

Maybe it’ll be a combination of the three. Struggles with communication melt into another heated dispute, which would then solidify into a heavy burden within your heart, as Yoichi decides your insecurity is intolerable and disappears from your life.

You shake off the thought, as you make your way to where you’d always hang out with Yoichi; the rooftop. It’s prohibited for all students but with enough messing around you had managed to pick the lock, every break period invested on it was worth it; within the hours spent in school the pale cerulean and cotton like clouds were only for you two, accompanied by the wind playing with your hair.

By the time you arrive, Yoichi’s already there.

You analyse every crevice of his face, searching for any emotion and attempting to map out his thoughts. His eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and his arms are crossed, leaning against the fence.

“Yoi-,”

“I’m so sorry.”

And he doesn’t give you the opportunity or time to respond.

“I don’t know what I was saying, I know better than anyone else that you’re always working hard. Heck you probably spend more time writing than anything else. I didn’t mean anything I said last week, ‘m so sorry, I don’t know why but I was angry and took it out on you.”

It almost all comes out as a whine, not the kind with a bratty tone but the kind that an apologetic child would have as they cry. It’s not out of character, he’s always been a bit of a crybaby, especially as a kid, bawling at the slightest jump scare or change in weather. With how much older you are now, you’ve almost forgotten this side of Yoichi, it’s easy to grow used to the sharp tongued and brutal character he now adopts when on field.

“Those are my words… I said everything that day because I was anxious, not because I meant anything.” Relief washes over you and you’ve never relished in it so much. “I’m sorry for taking it out on you…” There’s a slight pout in his cheeks as he pulls you in for a hug.

“You were kind of right though.” Before you can refute he keeps going. “I don’t understand all those weird English techniques, and to be honest I still google a lot of the words you use because they’re too complicated.”

“But even then, I know your writing’s amazing. I was worried. I thought you had given up on it entirely, all because you think Haru’s better. It’s— I don’t want you to give up because you think you’re not good enough—, because you are. Writing to you is like soccer to me, I can’t imagine what it’d be like if either of us quit. But if writing doesn’t make you happy anymore I’ll respect it. Or if you’re not aiming to do it professionally.”

As kind as his words were, it doesn’t loosen the grip insecurity has on you. It doesn’t change how others have so much of what you want; Paragraphs of praise instead of the short, brief and shallow compliments, popularity; As Haru hit impressive milestones you were wondering why some of your works got so neglected. Everytime you hear him make some sort of self-deprecating comment, crescents of frustration being dug into your palms; because he’ll always have people waiting for his posts, typing out long paragraphs eulogising everything he writes. It doesn’t exactly matter how much he doubts himself, people will shower him in praise either way. It seems a bit hateful, but it can't be helped with how you'd do anything to receive even a fraction of the love he gets.

You have someone like that, remember? The letters come to mind, they’re a foreign yet comforting presence.

Writing is such a significant component of you, yet it leaves you feeling so empty at times. But even if there’s one person; someone who only knows you by your writing and willing to support you purely based on that.

Someone, is better than no one.

Although Yoichi’s been supporting you from the day you started writing, that's a different story, Yoichi has your friendship, the creator of the letters doesn’t.

“You’re worrying over nothing.” It’s far from nothing. There’s still uncertainty in the confidence of your work, you’ll probably never eliminate the grasp of jealousy asphyxiating you each time you notice the difference in feedback and attention in comparison to your friends. Maybe it’d be better for you to quit, to move on from that silly little dream you declared to follow as a kid, and accept that some dreams will always remain as dreams. “I’m still passionate about it, but I’m interested in other things too.”

“I understand,” His pout is replaced by a grin. “Whatever you choose to pick ‘m always here for you, ‘kay?

Tell him. Tell him how the sight of your friends’ success leaves you and your heart thirsty for the same love and attention they receive regularly. Tell him—

“Of course you are, you’re my best friend.” —instead comes out. “You always will be.” You’ll tell him another day. Probably.

Tick. Tock.

The clock in the kitchen reminds of you every passing second, as you're quietly bringing and preparing a drink for the night. You quickly re-read today's letter, getting ready to write out a response

I know you already told me that you and Isagi made up, but has the topic of the argument gotten better?

It might be a bit invasive to ask about it, but I'm worried. I'm an athlete, and I know it's different to being a writer. But what I do understand is what it's like for someone to seem so much better and out of reach. There's a lot of doubt and you start to question why you're even trying.

I can't guarantee results, but I like revisiting my favourite parts of my sport. It helps remember why you started. Sometimes we care too much about others' opinions and forget who we are.

When and why did you start writing? What's your favourite part of it? What made you love it so much? (There's no need to feel obligated to answer these. They've just helped me a lot and I hope they can help you too.)

Please remember you're enough. You always have and will be. You're more than enough.

Drawing in a sharp breath, you stare at those words, relishing in the soothing solace of their kindness. Unknowingly you've craved that saccharine emotion for so long, despite not asking for it or expressing the struggles burdening you.

Before you know it, your pen's gliding across the page, you're engrossed in completing a response, expressing your gratitude for his goodwill.

To be honest, I'd love to become an author. I love the idea of having a book. The thought of having my words printed with a cover, and bought and enjoyed by others brings me indescribable joy. But I'm scared. It's a risky career for anyone, but I'm scared it'll be like my presence online; almost non-existent.

You blink a couple of times. Conveying your thoughts wasn't even that hard, yet you struggled so much to tell anyone else, not even being able to muster an attempt.

But your subtle confusion evaporates, as you continue the letter, everything else disappears, including your worries. While the hours pass, it's just you, the letters and your racing heart.

xx / xx / 23

Your recent work was compelling. The confession was my favourite part, I enjoyed how it wasn't perfect. It's unrealistic and gets boring when they're perfect. I know that's the purpose of fiction but a bit of realism is appreciated. You always achieve the right balance, something that seems impossible to happen, yet believable and not weirdly convenient. I had a lot of fun reading it on my way to school this morning, thank you.

A letter from this morning, a couple of hours after posting.

xx / xx / 23

Training was a bit longer than usual, but I wanted to say good luck for our upcoming exam. I hope maths isn't too bad for you. The topics we're going over seemed tricky… You'll be fine though, you're always studying hard when you're supposed to.

Before the maths exam from the other day, the one that everyone was panicking over.

xx / xx / 23

This is for you. You mentioned craving it last night. Hope you enjoy it.

The day after you posted on a whim "I feel like royal milk tea and idfk why."

The notes, both the latest one and a few from the past days are enough to earn a verbal reaction from you, "Oh my god— I adore them so much." Beaming, you re-read the notes a couple of times, savouring their feedback and sincerity. A few were carried around, while the rest remained safe either at home or in your locker.

Yoichi pauses from sipping on his drink. "They're still writing to you? You really are popular." He shuffles a bit closer, "Wow, they even went far as getting a drink for you. It's already been a few months."

"They already read my recent post too." You're already writing back, depicting your appreciation for their feedback. "That was quick though, I posted it before leaving the house and they had already written a response by the time I got to class."

"Hm." Yoichi hums a bit, gazing up at the sky and swallowing a piece of his onigiri. "How'd they find out it was you, only I know your username, you don't use your real name as your alias, and you're not public about writing as a whole. I can't guess anyone on our team, but that's the only clue we have, right?"

You nod, "They're also in our class." Too many questions and no answers. "I should ask them in my response."

He pulls out his phone, opening the notes app and typing the only two clues you have. "Right, but making a guess should be fun. It's a bit like all those general ability tests our parents made us practice, no? C'mon we'll figure something out if we work together."

"Why not." You recall everyone in your class. "Soccer team and in our class, aside from you there's Bachira, Kunigami, Yukimiya, Reo, Rin, Otoya and Chigiri."

"Well first we can eliminate—"

"Bachira." To his amusement you finish this sentence.

"Yup, I don't think he's physically capable of reading, or writing legibly. Besides, he'd be straightforward about it. If it was him everyone would've found your account by now." So that limits the possibilities to six people.

"Kunigami doesn't seem into reading either."

"He isn't, if he's not at soccer training he's either at the gym, eating or sleeping. There's no way it's Otoya, he only talks to people he wants to date, and does it straightforwardly " You'd question what kind of person would behave like that, but for now you'll save it for another day.

"Reo studies and reads a lot, doesn't he?" That would explain how they rectified any errors.

"Business and economics related books mainly, but he reads fiction too. He could've gotten his dad to pay someone to find you. Something like that."

"…" The soccer team was certainly a unique group.

"It's definitely possible it's him. But he would've been extra about it, I mean he's the heir of the Mikage Corp, 'course he'd do something extravagant as a fan. Who else again?"

"Rin, and Yukimiya, oh and Chigiri."

"100% Yukimiya. I guarantee you. If not, then Chigiri." Yoichi, then that's not a 100% guarantee, but you keep that thought to yourself.

"I thought Yukimiya would hate reading, since he said art strains his eyes."

"He reads as a hobby. So does Chigiri. Rin only likes horror, all your works are romance."

"Can't you just ask?" As fun as attempting to deduce who the fan was, your curiosity couldn't be contained.

Yoichi shrugs. "It'd be awkward if we're wrong. You'd rather not risk someone else finding your account."

"Wonderful point." You glance at your phone and notice the time, break's about to end. "Let's get out of here, before we get caught."

"I don't wanna go to maths… Not on a Monday afternoon please—" Those were his last words before you dragged him back to class.

"Wait, where's my phone?"

It's finally Friday, the conclusion of the week and the long awaited weekend. You had just left the school to go out for dinner with Yoichi and Bachira, until you realised its absence from its usual pocket in your bag.

"You must've left it in the classroom." Yoichi asks, "Bachira and I can wait here for you. Or I can go run up to get it for you."

"No it's fine, the place is nearby anyways. I'll meet you there."

Either of them don't get the opportunity to protest, rushing back into the building and up the stairs. How inconvenient of you to lose your phone, especially on the one day you're dying to leave immediately.

You finally arrive at your classroom, but there's someone already there, hood concealing their face, despite it being summer.

And they're at your desk.

"What the hell—" You waste no time, sprinting to your desk and grasping their hood, pulling it off and exposing their face, whilst having a grip on their wrist.

A shocked gasp leaves their lips; your name, but instead of your real one it's the one you use online. Is he—?

Adorned with captivating and noticeable eye lashes, alluring, deep beryl eyes stare right back at yours. Accompanying them on the pale canvas of his skin were faint pink and glossy lips. His teal hair's a bit messy, almost covering his eyes and contrasting the soft rose dusted on his cheeks

He's ethereal.

"Itoshi…Rin?"

The silence is loud, neither of you knowing what to say.

With the release of his wrist, you decide to break the silence.

"You're the one who's been writing letters to me?" Now that you've registered the surprise and who he is, you notice the sky blue envelope in his other hand, confirming your suspicions.

"Guess I got caught."

"Wait, that doesn't make sense—? I never told you about my account."

"I know you didn't." He responds verbally, voice hoarse and raspy. "I recognised your writing style after seeing sir show the class your writing."

That was from a year ago. "You knew me from that?"

"And some intuition. Whenever you made a post rambling about something at school, it matched up with whatever was happening here. So I took the risk and wrote that note." You're still in disbelief, Itoshi Rin, popular with his seemingly permanent stoicism, wrote all those affectionate words.

"To be honest, I know it would've been better to approach you normally. But I'm not—." He pauses, before continuing, roughly stuffing the envelope in his pocket. "I'm not like Yukimiya or Karasu, I can't express myself well through words and I was a bit worried." That explained his anonymity.

"Every time I read whatever you write, letter or not, I love it. A lot. I found your writing through a mis-click and I don't regret anything, your works are so addictive." There it is again, the sweet, warm words that sooth your scars and hurt.

"I like you, a lot. Though I can't say for sure if I love you, but I know I am with your writing. I want to talk about how much I cherish you and your hard work, instead of expressing it through a letter. I like the expression you make when you're focused, or how you smile while eating your favourite foods." Sunlight drenches the two of you in warmth, colouring the classroom gold.

The sun isn't the only reason why you feel so hot.

It's so infatuating, despite him not being a close friend at all. The way he speaks of you and your writing so highly. Your heart's pounding against your chest, begging for more of him.

"I don't want us to be just writer and fan. I want to grow close to you, and eventually end up as lovers." Rin's face is a bright red with embarrassment, averting his gaze from you. "Gosh, your writing is almost as pretty as you."

It almost feels like a dream, to finally feel some reassurance of your insecurities, even if Rin had been sending you letters and notes for the past few months. Something tells you to be a bit daring. "May I?" Your fingers reach up to his face.

It catches him off guard, and the flustered expression on his face is adorable as he nods. His hair's soft, as you brush it away from his eyes.

"Rin, I'd love that. You've been my lighthouse, I've felt so lost recently and those words you left me saved me." You're already regretting using a metaphor in regular conversation, but it's what you do best, even if it is embarrassing to say it verbally. "If it weren't for you, I think I would've quit writing entirely."

It was completely unfamiliar to you, for someone to praise you with that much effort, to finally have a source of comfort that seems to understand the relentless storm of self doubt; yet you can't imagine things without Rin anymore.

What has this boy done to you.

"It was my intention to prevent that." Despite him maintaining his calm and cold tone, he's still blushing heavily. "I'll be your lighthouse for as long as you'll allow me to then."

You joke around a bit, amused at his words. "I guess you'll be by my side forever then."

"That'd be ideal, sweetheart."

He relishes the growing blush on your face, chuckling at leaving you speechless and flustered.

"I can't believe you out of all people would do that. Why the hell would you gaslight me?"

"Listen, I didn't gaslight you."

"Lies, Isagi Yoichi, you're the reason my phone went missing that day." His lips curve into a delighted grin, as he helps you carry the heavy boxes.

"I was setting you up with the love of your life."

"You also knew the letters were his. You tried to convince me it was Yukimiya or Chigiri." Books are placed onto the shelf.

"I was trying to surprise you, I can't believe you didn't notice that. Didn't you find it weird how we spoke about the argument the same day the letter mentioned it, and after Rin spoke to me? Dude you ditched Bachira and I for him—" More books now. "You've grown up so much though— I can't believe you've publishing a book and you're in university already."

"You're literally the same age as me."

"I was born a few months earlier."

"Yet I'm taller." The faux offense on his expression is priceless.

Before he retaliates, you're called out to by a few people.

"y/n!" It's Reo, followed by the rest of his team, most you recognise, Nagi, Chigiri, and Yukimiya.

"Long time no see!" Violet hair tied up and with his expensive outfit, he looks like he's going to a business conference rather than meeting up with an old classmate. "Congratulations, it's doing really well already. You should've told me you've been writing since high school, I would've loved proofreading for you."

"Thanks, but aren't you guys busy with training?" Rin mentioned a few important and upcoming games.

"I have my priorities. I really loved the fireworks chapter—"

"124-136." Nagi butts in.

"Hm?"

"The page numbers. If it was really your favourite you would've recognised them." Not even you, the author remember that. "You're a fake fan Reo."

"Congratulations." Ignoring Nagi doubting Reo's 'loyalty' as a fan, Chigiri approaches you with a smile, a copy of your book in hand. "Mind signing my copy?"

With a thanks and a nod, your pen (Yoichi insisted on you keeping it at all times) glides along the cover, producing your autograph.

"Someone's popular." A familiar and raspy voice comments—, it's Rin. "Sorry for being late, Coach was being annoying. Did I miss anything?" Similarly to Reo, he's overdressed for the situation, covered in designer brands.

Chigiri scoffs. "You never apologise for being late to practise."

"Shut up princess." The nickname makes Chigiri chuckle, joining whatever chaos Reo started, muttering a comment about love birds under his breath.

"Rin, you already know you didn't have to come— Yoichi and I were only helping Anri restock."

His arms wrap around you from behind, head resting on your shoulder. "I'd rather be with you than train." Rin's hair tickles your cheek as he places a kiss on it. "I knew you could do it." Pride is laced with his voice, almost as if he was talking about one of his soccer games.

"It's thanks to you."

"Bullshit. You're the one who took the initiative to send your manuscript, you're the one who spent hours working on it, you're the one who didn't give up. My support can't compare."

A lot of things come to mind. The initial letters and notes, which became him bringing your favourite foods and drinks during your all your writing sessions. Rin was always there, ensuring you never overworked yourself, proofreading every word and providing his input and feedback. He even went as far as utilising his and his team's fame to assist with the promotion.

"It still meant the world to me. And it still does." Despite it being a regular way of him being affectionate, it still manages to make your face heat up, probably colouring them pink by now.

Though it's been years, there's still a bit of uncertainty. Even with a published book, it's scary knowing that it's out there for criticism.

"You're going to be okay." Rin, as always, notices the change in mood, hand caressing yours. "I'm always going to be by your side."

"I know just— it's so weird." It's surreal how you went from contemplating giving up writing to signing something you wrote from scratch. "I'll probably have to make alt accounts just in case of hate comments."

"Don't think you have to worry about that, Reo already sued some people. Pretty sure Isagi and Nagi stay up fighting people online. So don't worry about anything happening, we're all here to support you, you're my favourite and I love you." He concludes his speech with a peck on the lips, ignoring everyone who recognises him. "Let's get out of here."

"Wait, aren't we having dinner with everyone?"

"Change of plans, I only want to spend my money on you." Rin's already walking out the store, holding you hand. "You said you wanted to try Kobe beef, no?"

"Fine— you win." A high school reunion will have to wait for another day.

From milk tea to infamous and expensive beef, it's sweet how he things have changed yet have still remained heart warming, just like how he went from fan to lover.

tagging : @yuzurins

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

[mint-mumbles]

Watching Detective Conan and caught up to the episode where an American teacher is introduced. However, the directors didn’t get a native English speaker (or someone who could imitate any American accent) so it leads to stuff like this:

The episode is FILLED with stuff like this. The American character randomly says English words, but they have a Japanese accent (not complaining about the accent, I just don’t know the point of why she’s just randomly saying English words as she sounds more fluent in Japanese than English 😭).

The fact that she also corrected a Japanese character with an accent who said the word “policeman” CORRECTLY the first time and then tried to tell him that the “right way” to say it is “POOR-IS-MAN” just had me laughing. Poor Megure is being lectured for literally nothing 😭

They really didn’t do any research for this episode. And I’m not saying that just because of the English, I’m saying that because THE PREMISE OF THE CASE OF THIS EPISODE IS THAT A GUY DIED WHILE PLAYING A FIGHTING GAME THAT PHYSICALLY HARMS YOU IF YOU GET HIT! HUH?! HOW DOES THAT MAKE SENSE?!?! 😭

Also, in order to establish that this woman is American, they lean heavy into stereotypes: fair skin, blonde, blue eyes, revealing clothing, adult who enjoys video games (which I think was still taboo for adults in Japan to openly enjoy when this episode aired). But the best thing is, in her introduction outside of the flashback, she (I shit you not) plays a SHOOTING game and GETS A PERFECT SCORE WHILE DOING JUMP SPINS!!!

I would also like to say that this episode also provided us with this wonderful image:

NOW YOU TOP!

[dior-elkie]

Matchmaker's Regret (Side Story)

A/N. before we start the story, i just want to inform you that in this story, Shinichi is currently living in Tokyo, and Hakuba and Hattori are living in Kyoto. Also, this is kind of in shinichi’s pov but it has a mix w/ the narrator’s pov so erm. Read Matchmaker's Regret first before reading this !! Well, onto the story !

Shinichi Kudo prided himself on his keen intellect and exceptional deduction skills, traits that had earned him a reputation as a brilliant detective. Despite his success, there was one puzzle he couldn't solve nor erase: his feelings for Hakuba Saguru. From the first time they met, Shinichi had been captivated by Hakuba's sharp mind and composed demeanor. But as their friendship grew, so did Shinichi's realization that his feelings went beyond admiration.

Yet, Shinichi kept his love for Hakuba a secret, convinced he stood no chance. The way Hakuba looked at him, always friendly but never more, solidified his resolve to keep his emotions hidden.

One afternoon, Hakuba called Shinichi, which Shinichi immediately picked up.

“Hello? Hakuba-san? To what do I owe the honor?” Shinichi jokingly said.

'It’s fun to tease him. It’s fun to see his reactions… I want to see him so bad. I miss him….'

“Stop being so formal, Kudo-kun. We’ve known each other for a long time and I know you don’t act like this.” Hakuba bluntly said.

Shinichi laughed and said, “Stop being so serious, Haku-san. Then, what do you need me for?” 'God, I love him.'

“Oh, well. I— you said you’re looking for a date right?” 'Oh? Do I have a chance with him?' Shinichi’s heart suddenly beats fast. The words sparking an irrational hope in his heart. He clung to the notion that perhaps, just perhaps, Hakuba felt the same way.

“Oh? Is this what I think it is? Are you offering yourself as my date? Hm, didn’t think you like me like tha—” Shinichi was cut off because Hakuba sensed the other was smirking, even though he couldn’t see him.

“No. It’s not me. It’s a friend of mine. He’s a detective too.” The words stung, a harsh reminder that Hakuba didn't see him that way. His only hope was gone.

'Oh. So it’s not him. Of course. What did I expect?

Is this the sign? Is this the sign to finally move on?

I have to do this. For my sake. My sake. I won’t cry, I won’t cry. Kudo Shinichi is not someone who would cry over something like this. Or even over anything at all.'

“Alright, I hope you two get along…. Oh wait, I forgot to tell him good luck with you..”

'I have to keep this in for now. I have to answer him like how Kudo Shinichi usually do.'

“Huh?! What do you mean by good luck with me? I am, like, the most kind and responsible person anyone will ever meet.” Shinichi huffed.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” Hakuba said as he hung up the phone without giving time for Shinichi to respond.

Shinichi sat back down with his hands on his face.

'I love him so much but I know it’s time. It’s time to let go of these feelings. To let go of him… Surely, I can do that, right?'

~~

When the day arrived, Shinichi felt a mix of anticipation and resignation. He arrived in Kyoto Station. There, he was met by Hakuba walking up to him.

“Hey, Kudo-kun. How are you?” The blonde said as he shook the other’s hand.

“I’m doing great, Haku-san. Especially because you arranged this blind date just for little ol’ me.” Shinichi said as the two of them started walking side by side toward their destination.

“I’m doing this for the both of you, so you can stop being so miserable,” Hakuba said, shaking his head.

After walking and talking about how the *blind date* would go, they finally arrived at the park where they were supposed to meet. Hakuba spotted Hattori sitting on a bench near the fountain. He called out Hattori’s name as he approached him.

Hattori took notice of the voice and stood up. “Oh, you’re finally here, Haku!” He smiled and waved at him. And then he noticed someone behind his friend.

"Shinichi Kudo?" the Osakan asked, extending a hand.

"That's me," Shinichi replied, shaking his hand. "You must be Hattori Heiji."

“I heard so much about you,” Hattori said.

“All good things, I assume?” Shinichi raised his eyebrows as he eyed the two back and forth.

“Hey, who do you think I am?” Hakuba nudged Shinichi as Hattori just laughed.

“Of course, it was all good things.” The Osakan said as he wiped the imaginary tears from his eyes after laughing.

Shinichi smirked, “That’s good.”

Hakuba just rolled his eyes.

“Since you two are getting along so well, I shall leave you to it.” He waved goodbye while walking away.

The two men watched him walk away until he was out of sight.

“Well, shall we go inside?” Shinichi reached his hand out, gesturing for Hattori to hold it.

Because of Shinichi’s actions, Hattori couldn’t help but feel shy. His cheeks flared a tinge of pink.

“Alright.” He said as he held the other’s hand as they walked into the cafe.

From the moment they sat down and began talking, Shinichi felt an immediate connection. Hattori's sharp wit and infectious enthusiasm were a breath of fresh air. They bonded over their shared love of mysteries and their mutual experiences as detectives. By the end of the date, Shinichi felt a spark of hope, believing he could indeed move on from Hakuba.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. And suddenly, a year has passed. Shinichi found himself growing closer to Hattori. Their relationship blossomed, evolving from friendship into something deeper. Shinichi marveled at how effortlessly they complemented each other, finding joy and comfort in their companionship.

Hattori found himself liking Shinichi. He liked the way Shinichi’s eyes lit up when he solved a particularly challenging case, the way his mind worked like a finely tuned machine, and the rare moments when his serious demeanor gave way to a warm, genuine smile. It was in these moments that Hattori felt his heart skip a beat, a feeling that had grown stronger over the past year.

He’s come to the point where he wants Shinichi to be officially his. After spending so many unofficial dates, he would like to have a real date with him. He has decided to confess his feelings to Shinichi, hoping he would reciprocate his feelings.

One evening, Hattori decided to take Shinichi to the park where they first met. The moon was bright, casting a glow over the park and making the fountain's water shimmer. The park was a cherished place for both of them, filled with memories of their growing friendship and budding *romance*.

Hattori chose a bench near the fountain, the very one where he had first seen Shinichi a year ago. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, but he composed himself with a deep breath.

“Shinichi, do you remember the first time we met here?” Hattori began, his voice slightly wavering.

Shinichi smiled, looking around. “Of course, how could I forget? It feels like it was just yesterday.”

Hattori nodded, feeling a surge of warmth at Shinichi’s response. “A lot has changed since then, hasn’t it?”

“Yes, it has,” Shinichi agreed, his eyes meeting Hattori’s.

“We changed too. We’re much closer than before.” Hattori said as he held both of Shinichi’s hands. “I never knew that I’d be this fond of someone. Our times together were so good and you treated me with kindness and respect with a side of you teasing me every chance you could get. Honestly—”

Shinichi interrupted him with a chuckle and squeezed his hands.

Upon noticing, Hattori looked at Shinichi, confused. “What?”

“Shut up and just tell me you like me already.”

“You knew?”

“Of course, I’d catch on. I’m a detective, remember? Also, you were so obvious.”

“I’m a detective too!” Hattori huffed, obviously sulking.

“If you are a detective, then why couldn’t you figure out my feelings for you?” Shinichi smirked.

Hattori couldn’t say anything. In his mind, he was berating himself, that he was right. Why didn’t he figure that out? Now that he thinks about it, it was so obvious. The way his eyes looked at him, the day he held his hand from the very beginning, Shinichi had liked him from the start.

“I’m so stupid,” Hattori muttered to himself but Shinichi heard it loud and clear.

“Instead of saying you’re stupid, why don’t you ask me out already?”

With those words, Hattori couldn’t wait any longer. He gathered his courage and said those words that the other had been waiting for.

“I love you. Will you be my boyfriend?”

“Of course.” Shinichi smiled. He gently caresses his cheeks, and with their eyes locked together Shinichi then leans in for a kiss. Slightly surprised but Hattori soon kissed him back

'This is it. This is what I wanted. I’m glad I met the love of my life, my Heiji. I don’t regret anything at all. I’m happy now. Thank you, Hakuba.'

Alright, thank you for reading ! - the italic sentences with apostrophes are shinichi's thoughts. - i wil not make a pov of hattori -im requiring (/hj) the readers to read the hashtags, thanks - co-writer: @kiremrem - if you see a grammar or spelling mistake, then, just know that we did this at 3 in the morning.

[arlo192]

fascinated by the permanent ethical debate of "is chilchuck a shota/loli" in the dungeon meshi fandom. personally the intent behind the character plays a major rule in "how much of this character is fanservice" but I mean, the detective conan fans have been grappling with this since the 90s.

and because I consider Conan "universally perceived as a child despite being a young adult" Edogawa and Chilchuck "widely perceived as a child despite being middle-aged" Tims as adjacent, I don't think he's a shota/loli, but i do think it's important to dissect your own perception of those terms

[iamumbra195]

Detective Conan/DCMK characters in a Classroom of the Elite setting would be so interesting to watch/read.

I've only just finished the CoTE anime (Seasons 1-3) so i haven't read the manga or the light novel but the Advanced Nurturing Highschool or AHNS for short is so, so shady. If it and the White Room existed in the DCMK universe, I have no doubt in my mind that they would have some connection to the Black Organization.

So just imagine an AU where Shinichi caught Vodka doing an arms deal in middle school but didn't get caught by Gin like in canon. Imagine him trying to investigate them but coming up with nothing until he, Ran, and Sonoko are on a train ride for the first day at AHNS where he runs into Gin and Vodka, just like he did in canon episode 5.

He learns their codenames there and saves the people on the train from being bombed to hell. Unfortunately, this ends up making him, Ran and Sonoko late for their very first day. They're thankfully excused because the incident was out of their hands before being placed into their respective classes.

You can have adult characters like Jodie and Amuro be teachers and business owners while also acting as undercover agents.

Important student characters at the school:

Hattori Heiji (he can be in the same class as Shinichi where they are both antagonistic at first but later become allies and friends)

Toyama Kazuha (they were made for each, I will never seperate them)

Kuroba Kaito (who also happens to be Kaitou KID and regularly sneaks off school campus for heists. Jii Konosuke cases places for him and he contacts the man using a secret phone he smuggled in. He tends to downplay his academic and physical skill to be somewhat average so he's in Class C or B)

Nakamori Aoko

Akako Koizumi (no magic in this AU but she's interested in spirituality and shit like tarot cards and all)

Hakuba Saguru (suspects of Kaito of being KId and regularaly requests time off from school to go to the heists)

Eisuke Hondou (but only for a little while near the end of 1st year as a rival for Shinichi and love interest for Ran before going back to America to pursue the future he wanted)

Sera Masumi (would be introduced in 2nd Year when Shinichi starts investigating Bourbon as a potential subject because she somehow found out he has connection to the maker of the pill that shrunk her mother)

Important characters outside of school

Agasa Hiroshi (supplies Shinichi with spy tech)

Haibara Ai AKA Miyano Shiho (shrunken and lives with Agasa just like in canon, specifically sought Agasa out because he was a connection to Shinichi, who was involved in her sister's case and was a detective at that. They contact each other through secret phone. She also happens to be one of the failed subjects of the white room)

Miyano Akemi (During school break, Shinichi went back to Beika where he was then approached by Masami Hiroto and the rest goes like canon with her dying in his arms)

Akai Shuichi (still don't know what I'm gonna do with him but he's important)

Rena Mizunashi AKA Hidemi Hondou

Side Characters in school

Nakamichi (Shinichi's soccer friend)

Eisuke Aizawa (Shinichi's soccer friend)

Kazumi Tsukamoto (a third year in Ran's karate club)

Tashiro (Ran's friend)

Hidaka (Ran's friend)

Anyways, I imagine Shinichi being in a different class from Ran and Sonoko and just thinking about ShinRan competeing but also saving each other's asses from time to time is beautiful.

Having Kaito and Shinichi's respective Black Organization be one and the same would make it more interesting as well.

Anyways, I think these characters are fun to play around with in this setting, mixing the dramatic school life in CoTE with the looming threat of the Black Organization as Shinichi delves deeper and deeper into the case.

Idk how this would be resolved but it would be so, so fun to read if written well. Shinichi's gonna be so paranoid by the end of this lol.

[kugisakiss]

Anyone else think that a lot of the parents in detective Conan aren't good parents and straight up leave their children most of the time? Especially with Heizo punching his minor son hard enough to make him bleed and manipulating Conan and him into a dangerous situation and agasa and Conan's parents also most likely traumatized him with the whole "black organization" stunt. Makes me glad they're overseas most of the time..

for real, i don't think there's one set of "good" parents in this show.. well, not one with enough screen time anyway...

i'm just going to ramble about yuusaku for a bit below

also like, the story itself doesn't make space for good parents. it's part of the conceit of the show- good parents would not encourage their teenage kids to poke around murder scenes, good police officers won't just let random members of the public get close to any crime scene with an active investigation, especially not random teenagers. but it happens here because it has to happen for "famous high school detective kudou shinichi" to exist.

Yukiko and Yuusaku can't just arrive back to help Shinichi solve everything because Yuusaku is basically a better Shinichi and this is Shinichi's story. The good parent thing to do in this case is to whisk Shinichi off to safety and contacting the police or the PSB or w/e (I'm sure Yuusaku has people he trusts 100% there). But that doesn't give a chance for Shinichi to shine. Shinichi has to be the main driving force of the story because he was created to be the cool genius main character all the kids/teens reading the manga would admire.

It's "cool" how characters like Shinichi and Heiji have so much independence from their parents and how they're so smart they can solve things most other adults can't. Yuusaku and Heizo being around all the time cramps their style because their existence on a case will always end up highlighting their childs' flaws as detectives.

Since Yuusaku was made to be the pinnacle of detective prowess, he only has a role in the endgame. since the series was being written more as an evergreen murder mystery story, there's no point for him to hang around for however long Gosho wants the story to go on for. he'd just end up doing nothing most of the time and steal Shinichi's spotlight as the "mastermind" in the black org arcs.

Yuusaku (and Heizo I guess) are more like goals Shinichi and Heiji want to reach and surpass. Yuusaku is like the big leagues and Shinichi (other than beating the Black Org and getting his body back) aims to be a better detectice than his dad and I suspect Heiji feels the same way to his. I think the series would end with Shinichi reaching at least the same level as his dad.

[livmadart]

So I was reading through the detective conan wiki and came across this screenshot

and instantly thought like what if instead of Conan trying to keep the detective boys out of trouble or his being the (unofficial) leader of them, what if instead Conan really was a bad guy/criminal and the detective boys were in charge of keeping him from committing crimes.

After being shrunk, Conan, somehow, gains an interest in crime. Instead of solving crime though, comitting crime, not murder (or not yet?) but more like small scale scams or thievery and what not. I'm no expert.

The detective boys latch onto Conan pretty early on, after his very first day in elementary school actually, and they also found the detective boys super early into the series (I think it's ep4), and at some point after that, I guess, Conan gains this fascination for committing crime. So he tries making plans for something or another, but his plans always get thwarted by either the detective boys or someone else, like in episode 5, when there's a bomb on the train and Conan wants to plant a bug, he tries to stick it in some gum and put it under the seat, but is caught by Ran and the detective boys. Except in this I guess it would be something more than just planting a bug. Look, there's a lot I haven't thought about, all this came to me like 10 minutes ago. You're welcome to flesh things out btw if you want and can think of anything.

And he still solves crimes and stuff. It tickles that part in his brain that likes puzzles and everything, so much that he'll drop plans for, like, a bank robbery in favor of figuring out whatever case he comes across on the way there. So I guess there would be two ways of preventing Conan from committing crimes, one would be to physically prevent him (not very safe, he bites, and he's slippery) or to find a crime that has already occured for him to solve.

And I don't think the police know, and if they do, they think it's a joke, but just imagine like the detective boys or Agasa frantically calling Takagi like "Quick! Give us an unsolved case!" as they're trying to get a proper grip on Conan XDDD Takagi thinks Conan is just really enthusiastic about becoming a police detective in the future. (Conan is the 20 year old with 10 years of job experience. Actually all the detective boys will, once they're adults, now that I think about it)

Hiiiii I am SO sorry this has been sitting for like. A month. Honestly I think canon Conan is already halfway there—he has a clear sense of morals and justice but almost no regard for laws. If it would solve a case or save a life, he has already shown himself willing to break and enter, and I’m pretty sure it’s not legal to kick a brick at someone’s face at 80 mph. To reference your ask more directly, if there were some key piece of evidence to nail the Black Org, Conan would absolutely plan and enact a bank robbery to get it. It’s details like this that remind me his character is strongly derived from the original ACD Sherlock Holmes.

That being said, I do love the idea of Conan going wildly Feral if there was ever too much time between cases. He just gets stir-crazy and will start to cause trouble on purpose, and the Detective Boys have taken it upon themselves to keep him in line (as best they can!). Thank you for your ask, and please, have a sketch!!

[pingo1387]

one thing among many that bugs me about detective conan is that the author took the shortcut for the characters as kids (in flashbacks) and just made their personalities the same as when they're teens/adults. which, i get it, writing realistic personality shifts that happen over years of maturing isn't easy, and it's not uncommon for writers to either just keep the personalities the same in flashbacks many years prior, or have a dramatic shift either for comic effect or to show off how one single tragic event changed the character forever.

anyway what i'm getting at is that shinichi's always acted the way he has. and when he's playing the role of conan, people are like "you're no ordinary kid... who are you really...??" except he acted exactly the same when he actually was six/seven years old. he's always been smarter than his peers in terms of detective work and having a photographic memory (which is apparently required for all the teen prodigy detectives). i don't know why this bugs me so much. maybe bc he really has no reason to act all "teehee i'm just a kid" when people comment on his weird knowledge? or bc somehow now that he actually is older than he looks that changes things even though he's literally always been this way? man.