I condemn to sins for writing ShuAke with head empty. Enjoy.
“The rainy season is no joke, huh?”
“I think it’s pretty.”
“You like the rain?”
Red eyes looked at me with wonder in them.
“Yeah, rain is the best.”
I laughed. Of course, I laughed. Who wouldn’t laugh at a confused charismatic ace detective? It's strange to see someone so weird about liking the rain.
“You don’t need to water crops, fish is more likely to get caught, you can jump on the puddles or draw on the windows. And here there are just fewer people. Rain is pretty great.”
The detective scoffed, fixing his hold on his umbrella that barely will fit another person. The opposite of mine
“Right, you are a country pumpkin. How could I forget.”
“What is it, Akechi-san? Are you saying I am making you forgetful? Am I that mesmerizing?” I said it with a smile and received the similar one except,
“No, I just think you are good at adapting to your surroundings.”
The smile was far too familiar.
I laughed again, "It's been a while since we met and you're already tackling me open like a case."
"If that's all your case is proposing to me, maybe I should move on to another."
I rolled my eyes, "You wouldn't."
"And where is that certainty coming from?"
"I am your only rival, aren't I?"
"..." Akechi looked at me how always would, eyes wide, mouth open and small genuine happiness after. "Maybe you are the one tackling me like a case."
"Then it will be the most thought-out case I had."
"Well, I'll be the judge of that."
I smiled, "Please be."
***
Sitting in the café with the detective, I looked through the window. Rain, again.
“Katsudon?”
“Moist katsudon.”
We were sitting beside each other, chopsticks in our hands, a bowl of food in front of us.
“Is that why you invited me?“
“Just taste it. It’s good, I promise.”
The detective looked puzzled again. It seems it’s his normal expression around me. That, or maybe I am the only one witnessing him emotionally constipated. Either way, I find it funny.
“You are very proper, Akechi-san.” I couldn’t but compliment him on his manners at the tables. Something about them felt foreign though. I looked at his hold n chopsticks. “Why do you eat with your right hand? I already know you are left-handed. Or is there another competition I have to beat?”
Akechi paused, “It’s just a habit. I usually would eat with my right hand to avoid poking at my superiors. It would be highly unprofessional of me to do this.”
“Well, I am not your superior and I don’t mind getting a few pokes from the detective prince himself.”
He sighed in annoyance, “Oh, please, drop the act. As if my status is anything but a topic of jokes for you.”
“Caught me red handed. As striking as always, Sholmes.”
He changed his hand.
“Does it make you my Watson then?”
I tilted my head, eyes following his free hand, “I don’t know anything about Watson, but being yours sounds nice.”
“Stop.”
I stopped. But the blush will forever be embedded in my brain.
And if we held hands under the table, it's our secret to share.
***
He stood under the rain again. It was days since we changed Okumura’s heart. Penguins Sniper is still the same and not a lot of people around.
For the first time, my invitation was turned down.
“I am… Sorry. There are some people that I am supposed to meet. I promise, later, I will have time for our usual outings.”
“It’s okay. I understand."
I picked a place to stand beside him. He was eyeing me with utmost curiosity.
"Why are you still here? You will catch a cold."
"And you won't?"
"It's for my job. But you have free time. Why not spend it with others?"
"I spent enough time with people I care about." I smiled a little, looking at Akechi for a minute or two. "But there's still someone I didn't spend enough with."
"You are being ridiculous again."
"Well, ain't I a Joker?"
"The wild one, I assume." He deadpanned, "Whatever do I do with you?"
I giggled at him and I noticed how his expression brightened ever so slightly. One step left.
"Can I ask for a favour?”
Red eyes looked at me, and a pool of sadness swirled in them still, which made me feel like a fool.
“Hold my umbrella please.”
Forever a fool for him.
“Hold your...? Wha—“
Rushing, I followed the instinct and felt warm on my lips. His lips were cold from standing outside for so long but it still felt warm in my chest. Our hands clenched together around the umbrella, my warming up his. Nobody would see us under the heavy rain and if the umbrella had hidden our faces, we’ll pretend it was just a coincidence.
After all, a timeline before, it worked perfectly.
Playtime: 3230 hours.
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