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yuniv-bluetea · 3 years ago

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Detective Conan : Next Generation

HeiZuha Children

It’s been over three years and my DC headcanons for the ‘Next Generation’returned,so... I have to many headcanons for DC Characters as parents and their kids.. Always excited to hear other dc headcanons by the way <3 “Come on ! Just reply already...”, she sighed as none of her childhood friends seemed to have time to look up their chat group. Feeling defeated Yume hid her phone under her pillow and went for a walk in the neighborhood since there was nothing else to do. It took Yume only some minutes to realize that it was way too hot outside. But the summers in Osaka were always like that. Sadly. I feel like I’m melting... Maybe I should pay Kazuki a visit..? Knowing her older brother he is probably at the school gym perfecting his kendo skills..not that there was any serious competition for the reigning ace of Osaka’s strongest high school kendo team. Why must life be so unfair ? If there was one thing Yume Hattori didn’t inherited from her family it was definitely their astonishing atlethic abilities. She wouldn’t be so mad, if she could at least perform the basics of aikido or kendo, but no.. she was a hopeless case. Honoka is most likely with him anyway.. Without wasting a second thought on it, Yume headed back to her home and tried not to look as if she was dying while feeling the humid air basically punch her whole body. These two.. Being already quite popular in middle school it took not long before one of Kazuki’s friends introduced him to Honoka Ujo, a new student that would not only go to the same class as him, but also live right in his neighborhood.

“Finally..”, out of breath Yume striped off her shoes and welcomed the refreshing temperature inside the house. “Is that you, Yume ?” “..Ah, Obaa-chan you’re already back from your visit to the museum ?” Preparing something in the kitchen her grandma looked effortless as always. “I am...Although I was invited to a round of cards by some other members of my book club, but then I thought I also could keep you company instead, so here I am.. “, responded Shizuka Hattori with a warm smile on her lips. Oh dear..am I that pitiful ? Sure it wasn’t unusual for Yume to be the only one at home while everyone else was at work or in her grandma and brother’s case out with friends. If her whole friend group would not live in Tokyo things would be quite different. Also if her stubborn dad and grandpas would allow her to help solve murder ca- There was no point in getting mad over that right now. “I appreciate the thought Obaa-chan ~ I’m just going to change my clothes quickly !” “Damnit..”, she whispered when see saw that nobody replied to her message. Think Yume, think... Alright, this could work ! Realizing what time it already was, she hastily picked a summer dress her grandma would approve of ,put it on and packed a small bag. Making sure that she has not forgotten anything, Yume joined her grandma in the kitchen who was unlike her not slightly out of breath. “ Change of plans, Obaa-chan ! Takumi invited me to spend the weekend in Tokyo, so let’s just pack this here”, she announced while packing the fruit sandwiches in some wooden lunchboxes “ And then I can accompany you to Iwasa-san on my way to the train station. She and the other members will surely be delighted by your tasteful treats ~”

“It’s not safe to ride a train by yourself, Yume. I would feel much better if you would let Kazuki go with you..”, her grandma explained while they were already on their way to Iwasa’s home right across the Osaka Station. “Don’t worry, Obaa-chan~ It’s not a long ride and you can reach me by phone any time !” Shizuka Hattori still wasn’t fully convinced. “Maybe I should check in with your parents before letting you go” Crap...No..Arghh.. I don’t have time for that..there has to be something else I can argue wi- There were times were life did treat Yume quite well. Reaching the Iwasa household they were welcomed by Daisuke Otaki who was about to leave. As expected of Daisuke Otaki he not only politely greeted them, but also brought their lunchboxes to the dining room. “Domo arigato Daisuke-kun”, replied Yume’s grandmother while sliding into her slippers from home as the young man was about to leave for real now. Now or never ! “Say Daisuke-kun you wouldn’t mind if we went to Tokyo together ,now would you ? I mean you probably are on your way there for your weekly ‘business meetings’ anyway so..” There was nothing in the way of Yume’s trip to Tokyo now. Because of his uncle Goro Otaki her companion was a family friend, so her grandma would certainly agree of the idea. And there was no way Daisuke could talk himself out of the situation. He was way too afraid that Yume would expose his secret regarding his weekly ‘business meetings’, not that she would ever really do that, but he didn’t want to take any risk. As soon as they sat done Yume reached into her bag and fished out her phone. Still nothing. After writing a second message announcing her suprise visit, she called Takumi to make sure he knew about his part in her plan. It took a while before Yume got hold of him. “I’m really sorry for not answering sooner, but Obaa-chan dragged me to a casting for a commercial and it’s been-” “Don’t worry about it ! ....Please don’t be mad, but I may be on my way to Tokyo right now and might have indicated that you have invited me there for the weekend..” “...” “ I already informed Hikaru and Mamoru over our chat group about my visit, they will surely read it ...sooner or later, but just so you know if you or your parents would get a call from someone of my family..” “Which will be definitely the case” “ Yeah..I don’t know why they are recently so overprotective..” “It’s not like our families attract dead bodies or serial killers..” A small giggle escaped Daisuke’s mouth who was reading a magazin. Yume couldn’t hold back a smile herself. “Totally not..So, see you in Tokyo ?” “You’re lucky that I have such a big heart ~ I will try to call Hikaru later - OHH..Obaa-chan looks mad..Have to go- !”

Finishing her book it just came in handy that they reached their destination. “Arigato Daisuke-kun for helping me out today”, said Yume as they walked out of the train station. Daisuke just waved aside her gratitude. He probably feels like I used him..which I technically kind of did “It’s nothing,glad I could help you”, he replied politely . “Your friends will pick you up soon ?” Yume nodded and tried to think about something that she could say that would make Daisuke less mad at her. But before Yume could even blink, Daisuke said goodbye and disappeared in the crowd. That went well.. She quickly wrote her grandma a message that she arrived in Tokyo and put her phone back in her bag. With a big smile on her face Yume dived into the ocean of people. This is going to be such a fun weekend ! Yume couldn’t know at that time that this weekend would be special...

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polar-stars · 4 years ago

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some random Shokugeki breakfast headcanons

(SnKimiko-Verse related)

Breakfast Headcanons for the different families in my “Shokugeki no Kimiko”-Verse. For...some reason.

🥐🍳🥞

The Yukihiras (SoRina Family)

When Hiraku & Kimiko were still going to the local school, Soma and Erina always had a competition every night after the restaurant closed over who’d get “Bento-Rights” the next morning. Whoever won got to make the Bento obviously ahdh.

Soma really loves to make them all kinds of Onigarazu, while Erina has developed her own kind of honey-pork dumplings, that Hiraku in specific loves a lot

During the week, while the children get their bento for school, the adults usually each make an individual, quick breakfast for themselves at different times. Although with Soma and Erina of course they are proud enough of their creations to urge the other that they should have a taste as well.

Once they’re old enough, Kimiko & Hiraku tend to take over breakfast on weekends as the family is more prone to breakfast together on these.

EGGS, lots of EGG-DISHES. What household do you think this is?

The Nakiris (RyoAli Family)

Back when the Nakiri-Twins were smol, Alice & Ryo made a great effort to be around them as much as they can...so they usually also ate breakfast as a family. When the twins are older and can take better care of themselves it decreases a little but ultimately this family still does eat breakfast together at least once a week.

Usually it’s prepared by one of the cherry-picked chefs working in the Nakiri-Mansion, but being great chefs themselves one of the family-members tends to prepare breakfast as well at times.

Once Akio Hayama moves into the the Nakiri Mansion he sometimes prepares breakfast as well, but more on that later.

They tend to have a rather sumptuous breakfast, with a lot of options to pick from: Various types of cheese, croissants and other pastries, freshly-baked bread, fruit...etc. Some Instagram-worthy stuff.

Despite all these luxuries, Mona and Lola Nakiri never fail to voice that they prefer when their parents cook breakfast.

Rest (AkiSako, IsaMegu, ShuYoko and so on) under the cut

The Hayamas (AkiSako Family)

Akira and Hisako both don’t like other people preparing their breakfast. Whenever the Hayama-Family is staying at a hotel, these two are sulking at the hotel buffet.

Akira & Hisako quite frankly love to prepare breakfast for their children and, while not always, they do tend to do it together. With these two teaming up it’s usually a very healthy, energizing breakfast.

But despite the teamwork, these two also have some competition going on every morning as Hisako prepares tea, while Akira prepares coffee. The competition is about which drink their children will pick up (who like both). Real fancy tea blends & coffee-combinations are born in this competition.

Kaori & Akio pick up a lot from their parents. It’s become common knowledge around the E10 that Akio makes the best tea, while Kaori could 100% work as a barista if she wasn’t a cook. And they both have a lot of breakfast-recipes stored in their head.

Once Akio moves into the Nakiri-mansion because of Hiraku, he actually does prepare breakfast from time to time. At first he usually eats on his own, because he feels awkward sitting at the same table as the headmistress but Alice’s pushy nature get him to sit with them in the end.

The Japan Aldinis/Aldini-Tadokoros (IsaMegu Family)

Megumi and Isami prepare breakfast together almost every day. It’s a great way of bonding for them. It usually turns out to be a pretty rural-breakfast but it’s very comforting and their children love.

Yes, they bake their own bread. I believe in this firmly.

Hiroshi Aldini-Tadokoro, when old enough, also tends to help out with breakfast or he goes out to pick some berries. Maja and Nino Aldini-Tadokoro often end up settling the table. This is more for weekends though.

During the week, Megumi & Isami make bentos. Bentos for the kids and Megumi also makes one for Isami, while Isami makes one for her. He even came up with an “Italian-Styled Bento” just for this.

The Tuscany Aldinis (TakuIku Family)

They don’t always manage to, but really try their best to eat together as a family. In Summer specifically. They always eat outside when the temperatures are warm enough.

There’s three kinds of breakfast: When Ikumi prepares it, it’s usually the very healthy, nutritious kind that actual athletes would eat. Like idk, greek yogurt with fruit and chia-seeds, avocado-sandwiches...meep.

When Takumi prepares it, it’s a sumptuous but also cozy European breakfast including lots of freshly picked tomatoes, egg, sausages etc.

And then there’s the times when their daughter Mika prepares breakfast, even bringing it to her parent’s bed when she’s awake before them. Mika usually finds a middle ground between her mother’s breakfast style and her father’s breakfast style.

The Ibusakis (ShuYoko Family)

Ryoko makes very traditional bentos on weekdays.

On weekends, she goes out even more and sets the table very lovingly. Shun also involves himself and smokes some bacon, eggs or so.

Ryoko has found herself a hobby in jam-producing. In the nearby forest (the Ibusakis live close to one), she tends to pick berries (or Kasumi does that for her), or gets some fruit from the market in their small village and she makes jam out of them. She came up with some truly delicious combinations on her own. Yuki always takes at least 10 glasses with her, whenever the Maruis are over.

Shun probably also bakes bread himself at times, idk I can just picture him doing that.

The Maruis (MarYu Family)

Yuki makes Bentos for Takahiro (and back when Chieko wasn’t on Totsuki, also for her ofc) during the week. And she always includes some animal designs. Because she’s Yuki.

They don’t always breakfast together on Saturday but they sure do on Sundays. This is a sacred tradition to Yuki. If it’s sunday and all of the family-members are home...They will have breakfast together.

Zenji gets send out to get bread and usually he also buys some pastries or cakes for the children (and Yuki).

Yuki meanwhile prepares the best (according to Takahiro) hot chocolate for Takahiro & Chieko (and herself).

Zenji drinks coffee or tea meanwhile.

Chieko really loves to have blueberries at breakfast. So sometimes Yuki incorporates them into pancakes. She likes making pancakes.

The Hojos (Terunori Kuga x Miyoko Hojo Fam)

They tend to end up eating together. Suzume & Miyoko wake up the earliest usually and while Suzume goes for a morning-jog, Miyoko often begins preparing breakfast. Takayuki comes down to drink tea closely after and lastly Terunori wakes up, when everything is finished usually.

Suzume loves having smoothies for breakfast, especially since she’s already being active early in the morning.

Miyoko, like Ikumi, tends to go the healthy, energizing road for breakfast but she does also prepare buns which everyone loves.

If Miyoko can’t prepare breakfast because she’s out or so, it’s either Terunori’s call or the kids go out themselves to eat out because they got too tired of waiting for their dad to wake up.

The Eizans (EtsuNe Family)

This family struggles to find time to breakfast together and when they do it’s usually on vacation, or on weekends.

Nene is the one who pushes the most for a breakfast together and when she sees the opportunity, she’ll go full out in preparation. And when the family sits together, no one is allowed to even look at his phone and ruin Nene’s precious family-together time.

Normally though, Nene & Masashi individually tend to prepare Miso-Soup or something for themselves, while Etsuya & Shigeo have gained a habit of eating out by getting something from a bakery, sit in some café or Etsuya lets his personal assistant get him (& whenever Shigeo has come to the company with him, him of course as well) something.

Kei alters between either getting something from his mom or Masashi or getting himself something outside as well.

The Saitos (SoMomo Family)

Momo often ends up making breakfast on weekends, although Kiyoko Saito later takes on the task as she’s awake earlier. Anyway this is some very sweet, Instagram-worthy stuff.

Waffles, yogurts with fruits, macarons, croissants, fine jam.....That kind-off stuff. Though Momo never fails to prepare one miso-soup and a bowl of rice, as this is all Somei asks for.

In the week, Somei is the one preparing bentos. His daughter Moe ended up helping him out at a rather young age, as she thought that the bentos could be a lot cuter. Moe ended up developing a passion for bentos through that and on Totsuki she always wakes up early and makes one for her big sister Kiyoko & also Shigeo. Moe’s bentos are legendary.

Whenever Kiyoko is in any-sort off city, she really likes eating breakfast at various cafés. Sometimes she takes Masashi with her.

The Tsukasas (for @blas-i-us *blows kiss*, but yes EiRin Family)

I think I’m gonna make it a running gag that this family rarely eats breakfast at a table, much to Eishi’s frustration. They often end up sitting on the couches in front of the fireplace or the children bring breakfast into their parent’s bed or so. When they do sit at a table, it’s usually outside during warm weather.

They do always eat together though. And they prepare it together as well. The Tsukasa children started to participate at breakfast-preparation. In fact they often end up starting the preparation as they’re awake first.

Lots of cheese, because they live in Switzerland.

Tsubame Tsukasa also tends to collect ingredients from the outside by running out into the morning rays and picking berries, mushrooms etc.

#random headcanons be random headcanons #Shokugeki no Soma #SoRina #SouEri #RyoAli #AkiSako #EiRin #IsaMegu #TakuIku #MarYu #ShuYoko #SoMomo #EtsuNe #Shokugeki no Kimiko Stuffz

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hikari-kaitou · 5 years ago

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A Wright and Co. Christmas translation

This material is official content by Takumi published in the Naruhodo Fan Book.

“Memories, Part 2″

The Wright and Co Law Offices is hosting the Christmas party that Maya and her cousin Pearl suggested. It gets gate crashed by someone they haven't seen a while. Will we finally see the conclusion of that famous scene from Justice for All?!

Phoenix: ...Um, Maya? ...What's this?

Maya: Get with the program, Nick! Don't you know a burger when you see one?

Phoenix: I can see that! What I want to know is what it's doing here on top of our cake!

M: Yikes, I can't believe how behind the times you are! Can you, Pearly?

Pearl: We did our research on all kinds of Christmas cakes in order to prepare for this party.

M: And by "research," we mean going around and visiting a whole bunch of different bakeries.

P: ...Ok, so what kind of cake is this supposed to be, then?

M: It's called a macaron cake! It's a cake with a bunch of mini multi colored burgers on it!

Pl: Mystic Maya and I combined all our baking skills and made our own!

M: ...But to be honest, I'm not sure how well cake, frosting and burgers go together.

Pl: Do you suppose those weren't burgers after all? They looked more like little jelly sandwiches to me…

M: You might be right, Pearly… Anyway, I hope Santa shows up soon!

P: Santa…? Wasn't it Edgeworth you invited

M: Like I said: Santa. I mean, Mr. Edgeworth wears the same color clothes as him and everything!

P: D-does he? Isn't the shade he wears a little too dark and gloomy for Santa?

M: It's fine! He's like a Santa that's all worn out from life in the city!

P: Maybe… he doesn't look it, but that "Santa" is quite a workaholic.

M: I heard Santa visits everyone's houses in a sleigh pulled by reindeer!

Pl: Wow! I can't wait to see Mr. Santa!

*Crack* Eep! *Crack* Eep! *Crack* Eep!

M: Ooh, that must be him! I can hear him cracking his whip at the reindeer!

P: ...The reindeers' cries sound awfully terrified if you ask me.

Gumshoe: Y-y-you guys gotta save me, Pals!

Pl: Oh! It's Mr. Detective Deer!

G: Um, actually it's Deerk Gum-- I mean Deek Gumshoe! No, Dir-- Eep!

Franziska: Fröhliche Weihnachten, Phoenix Wright.

P: I wish you wouldn't say that with such a menacing expression on your face, Franziska Von Karma…

Pl: Um, Mystic Maya? Did you invite this person?

M: D-don't look at me!

F: I came to ensure this country's administration of justice was operating lawfully.

M: Frolicka Weenocken, Franziska… Eep!

F: Your pronunciation is terrible! It's 'Fröhliche Weihnachten'.

G: Wow, you didn't even get the first word right! Hahaha--eep!

M: ...So what brings you here, Franziska?

F: I came to deliver something you left behind. I've long since grown tired of looking at it.

P: Something I left behind?

F: A Christmas card… perhaps you could say it's something of a memento? I've only just now found the time to return it to you.

M: Oh, that's…!

P: What is it Maya? Let me see.

M: I-I'll show you later… So where's Mr. Edgeworth?

G: He'll be here soon. He said something about having something he wanted to finish looking into first.

P: *sigh* ...yeah, that sounds like him alright.

Pl: Now then, everyone! Help yourself to some of this tasty macaron cake!

G: Oh boy, cake! A real cake! I haven't had any in so long!

F: That macaron cake certainly does look appetizing. I'll have some as well.

M: ...Huh? Where're you going, Nick?

P: I'm gonna go get Edgeworth... I'd rather not be here for the whipping I sense is on its way.

Translator's note: I tried to localize this a bit with the cake type and Maya's favorite food, but it wasn't easy. For those who are wondering, the type of cake in the original text is mont blanc, a cake piled high with pureed chestnuts coiled on top like noodles and a whole chestnut or dollop of cream to garnish. It's a pretty popular dessert in Japan. And since Maya's Japanese counterpart loves ramen, her version has ramen noodles piled on top.

Also, you'd better hurry up and get your dumb boyfriend before he catches his death, Phoenix. Mr. Genius Prosecutor thinks changing into his Santa outfit outside in the snow is a good idea and he's already sneezing from the cold =7=;;;

#translations #phoenix wright #maya fey #pearl fey #franziska von karma #dick gumshoe #miles edgeworth #ace attorney

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thedigitalpen · 7 years ago

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11 Q tag...

Thanks @kittykatsandbox for the tag! This was interesting/fun to do!

1. What do you think of when you see/hear the word wafer? Kit Kat / Tex / those ice creams sandwiches with wafers on either side. Yes, it appears in my mind simultaneously. Don’t underestimate my food multitasking skills.

2. What is something you wish people handled with more respect (a matter, action, etc)? Individual choice - especially when it goes against “societal norms”, e.g. grow up, get married, have a kid etc. I don’t like when others are made to feel bad or are treated strangely or looked on with pity when they don’t fit the idea of how life should progress according to a plan.

3. You get to start up and control a really powerful kingdom (no financial or conflict worries happen while you rule and everyone is happy) what is the aesthetic like? (the city, general clothing, and the military weapons and clothing)? Kingdom always makes me think medieval, with that sort of Crimson Spell look where you have mages and witches and people living in villages etc. But if I ruled, it’d probably end up being more like something out of Metal Gear Solid V. We get the jobs done, build and disarm nuclear weapons on the quiet (ha.. Quiet), everyone knows who’s boss (ha... Big Boss), I’d have some good guys at my side and we’d listen to 80s jams all day on Motherbase. And if things get hairy, just rebuild somewhere else in the middle of the ocean.

4. As ruler you need some form of weaponry and style to be a master of, what do you choose? (magical stuff counts as well) CQC. Also, I’m a master of most weaponry at this point. But perhaps a Metal Gear would be good to have around.

5. What is something you can always admire in other people? That no matter what their situation is, they’re trying to make it work somehow.

6. Someone offers you a job making $24 an hour to staple papers together, do you take it? If not, why? So long as it’s a permanent job with benefits, I would do it. The only reason I might not consider it would be because it’s a bit boring, but for that paycheck, stapling papers would be alright for a while.

7. What fable do you feel you’ve learned from the most? Not so much a fable but a story about Meg the hen and how she made bread for herself. Even though she asked everyone to help her, no one ever did and when the bread was done, they all came calling to ask for a slice and she was like “nope.. piss off”. Moral of the story: you don’t put in the work, you don’t get the benefits. And that goes for more than just your job, it also goes for your friendships, relationships etc.

Read a mini version here.

8. No one will ever notice, but you’re stuck with the same outfit for the rest of your life, what is part of the outfit? Jeans. Are you sure this is a hypothetical question? Cos that “stuck with the same outfit” is already pretty much like my life.

9. You can talk to anyone you want to in a dream for as long as you need/want to (the conversation is real in a sense) who do you talk to? Hmm.. it would be nice to chat with loved ones who’ve passed on but I think I might want to talk to Jesus and ask him what is up with my life?

10. Some anime stuff happens and you’ve body swapped with someone of your choice for a day. (real or fictional I guess) The day will reset at the end of the day and no one will remember anything except for you (the other person will only remember it as a dream), who’s body have you woken up in? What a question to ask after I just finished watching a shoujo anime, ‘cos right now I wouldn’t mind life swapping with Komatsu Nana from “Nana” and spend the day with Ichinose Takumi. Say what you like about his less-than-faithful ways but he’s someone who knows how to look after a lady... ahem...

11. You’re given the choice of doing something to benefit humanity or do something to harm it. If you choose to help humanity, you live, but no one realizes it was you and instead people believe you tried to harm them and they ridicule you forever. If you choose to harm humanity, you die but everyone mistakenly remembers you fondly and praises you forever. Which do you choose? (no one will ever learn the truth of either choice you choose) Probably help humanity and take the scorn, because let’s be honest - I’ve already been through it with other ex-friends and at this point I won’t give a shit about what other people say. Emotional detachment for the win.

And now to pass this along. Trying to think of 11 creative questions can be a bit of a challenge in itself but let's give it a bash, shall we?

1. You're given the choice to either be relatively poor but surrounded by many loved ones or exceedingly rich but pretty much solitary. Which would you choose?

2. If you were reborn again, what would you like to come back as? (Can be anything at all).

3. You're given the chance to change 1 law in your country. What would you change and why?

4. In the movies/series/anime etc. that you watch, do you prefer characters who are naturally gifted from the start, e.g. Furuya Satoru (Diamond no Ace), Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto), Echizen Ryouma (Prince of Tennis), or do you prefer those who are pretty average and have to work really hard to eventually get better, e.g. Sawamura Eijun (Diamond no Ace), Rock Lee (Naruto), Kuroko Tetsuya (Kuroko no Basuke)? You can explain why, if you like.

5. You're allowed to spend a day with a celebrity of your choice (can be anyone you deem "famous" in your eyes) - who are you spending the day with and what are you guys doing?

6. You win an insane amount in the lottery - what are the top 5 things you would do with the money?

7. Inspired by one of my favourite shows ever (Legend of the Galactic Heroes), would you rather live in a country that lives according to democratic rule, which offers you your freedom but is rife with the usual corruption among its politicians, or would you rather live in a country with an Empire/Military style rule but the leader is someone pretty close to infallible as it gets.

8. If you could gain one superpower, what would it be? And if it's something unusual, explain how it works, e.g. if you got yourself a Stand (think JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) what would your Stand do?

9. Bill Gates (Microsoft), Tim Cook (Apple) (since Steve Jobs is no longer with us), Richard Branson (Virgin), Mark Zuckerberg (Facebook), Larry Page (Google) and Elon Musk (Tesla) offer you a job to come work with them/their company in whatever capacity you'd like. All their salary and benefit packages are the same. Who would you work with/for? Any particular reason why?

10. You're on death row (naughty naughty!) - what is your last meal gonna be?

11. You head to the ATM one day and find an extra $500,000 in your account. Do you say something to the bank? Or do you figure, "it's their mistake", and keep it? And whether you keep it or not, do you tell your friends/family about it?

Now, go forth and answer!

Alright, so I’ll probably tag the usual suspects but if you want to do this, go right ahead (and tag me too so I can read your answers!). But for now, I tag @dildoburando @classic-phan @kittykatsandbox (even though you tagged me first), @sakurawatching @aoryutochanz @jennicrossing @feelme-mylove @goddessof-yourbody

#tagged #just for fun

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lisatelramor · 7 years ago

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Not Left To Stand Alone Ch3

Saguru stared down his homeroom class and they stared back, whispering under their breaths. Most of them were bright eyed with curiosity; Saguru was a new face and they were in a new school. Others... He could picture what was going through their heads. Foreigner. Cripple. Not even a proper foreigner, Saguru thought with a wry twist of his lips. And among the lot of them was Kuroba Takumi, looking at him with a focus that bordered rudeness. How had Aoko explained Saguru last night?

Saguru made eye contact and Takumi kept staring, now blatantly rude. Well. He was going to have his hands full wasn’t he? Saguru gripped his cane and braced himself for a long, trying day.

“Good morning,” Saguru said in a firm voice that had the class falling silent in moments. “I am Hakuba Saguru and I will be your homeroom and English teacher. Let’s have a good year.”

As he went through the morning process of taking attendance, choosing class representatives and assigning tasks, he kept an eye out for how thing were being received. Most of the class relaxed with familiar routine. Takumi remained attentive in the corner of his eye.

“Now, before we get on to English class, are there any questions?”

Two hands shot up.

“Yes, Honda-kun?”

“Are you really from England?” Honda asked.

“Yes, I lived in London most of my life, though I spent several years here in Japan as well.” Saguru looked at the second hand. Takumi lowered it as Saguru looked at him.

“Is it true that you used to go to school here?” Takumi asked.

“I did,” Saguru said. “I attended Ekoda High for a year and a half.” That got some soft murmurs through the class. “Now, are there any questions related to school?” No one raised their hand. “Then I guess we’ll move on to class.”

Saguru had been given lesson guides used by his predecessor to give an idea of where the students should be at, but he had written most of the lesson plans from the ground up. He wasn’t an English teacher; Saguru had been a Chemistry teacher for over a decade, but he hoped he’d managed to come up with lessons that were simple to grasp and engaging enough to keep his students occupied. Today was attempting to get an idea about where his students were at with their reading comprehension and speaking and he would build from there.

Things were going smoothly until about fifteen minutes into class. If he hadn’t been keeping an eye on Takumi, he would have missed Takumi palming a small object five minutes into English class. Because he was looking for it, Saguru wasn’t the least bit surprised when a confetti bomb went off over his head halfway through writing a sentence on the board.

The class erupted into giggles. Saguru set down the chalk and turned around, brushing bits of paper off his shoulders. Takumi looked innocent, the same slightly nervous laughter present on his face as the rest of the class. Saguru raised an eyebrow and the class went quiet. “Well. I suppose now is as good a time as any to say that I have a three mark system when it comes to classroom disruptions. If I see disruptive behavior, the persons involved get one mark. If you get three marks, there will be disciplinary action. If you get three marks, you can do an additional homework sheet to reset your marks to zero.” Saguru let his eyes sweep the room, settling briefly on Takumi. It felt a little bit nostalgic seeing Takumi sit up straighter, a bit like facing down Kuroba again, but with authority to back up what he said for once. He couldn’t prove it had been Takumi today, but he would be sure to pay closer attention in the future to call out any other pranks. At the very least, it was unlikely any other students would carry magician’s tools on their person.

“Kuroba-kun,” Saguru said, continuing on with class as if nothing had happened. “Please read the next sentence.”

Takumi flushed as he stammered through it. His pronunciation was poor and his reading comprehension seemed below average. Clearly he didn’t share Kuroba’s ability with languages, though perhaps Saguru was being too harsh. Kuroba’s English pronunciations had been less than fluent as a second year as well. He looked up at Saguru when he finished, a defiant glint in his eye that brought out Aoko’s features in his face; the shape of his chin and jut of his jaw as he grit his teeth. Saguru met his eyes for a beat, understanding passing between them that Saguru knew who had thrown that confetti bomb and that he wasn’t someone who would be pushed around by a prank.

Saguru let his eyes slide to Takumi’s neighbor. “Harada-chan, the next sentence, please.” The class continued without a hitch from there. It was a bit too much to hope that the rest of the day would go smoothly. Takumi might not have acted out again, but there were two students in his later classes who were introduced to his three mark system.

Teaching was different in Japan. On one hand, most students tried to keep from being noticed. On the other, casual whispering during lessons or sleeping during class wouldn't be acceptable in London. Saguru was approaching it from what remembered of his own Japanese high school experience. Something that interrupted the entire flow of class or disrupted the ability of students trying to learn would be classified as behavior to get marks. If students kept sleeping, he’d talk to them about it, but it was really only inconveniencing the sleeper. It would be a challenge to find a balance here, a balance that wasn’t the one he’d had in London, just like it would be a challenge to teach a subject he wasn’t familiar with teaching. With any luck it would keep him too busy to think about much else.

For the first day though, it felt like approaching a mountain that he would have to climb. The year stretched before him as one large trial where a single misstep could send him falling back into the mess he’d been before he’d convinced himself to move halfway around the world.

By lunch, his energy was waning and his desk in the teacher’s room held a siren’s song for his aching knee. Saguru collapsed into it with a heavy sigh. He pressed hands against his face for a moment, letting tension ease from him.

A soft clack came from his right. A cup of tea.

Takata Kate smiled, her own cup in hand. “You seem to be holding up ok,” she said. “And your students sound interested in what you’ll be like as a teacher from what I’ve overheard in the halls.”

“I’m sure they are.” He sat up, wincing as he worked his bad leg slowly. “I’m sure they’ll be testing me to see what sort of person I am and cursing my assignments by the end of the week.”

Takata smiled sympathetically. “The same thing happened to me before I got settled in here. All the more when they see a Western face and don’t know what to expect. But things will calm down once you get into the swing of it.”

“They always do, don’t they?” Steam curled from the rim of the teacup. He reached for it, the warm porcelain relaxing him further. “Thank you. You didn’t need to go to the trouble.”

“It’s no trouble.” She smiled, leaning against her desk across from his. It was all neat piles of papers and tiny collections of odds and ends that made it look more personal and lived in than Saguru’s current apartment was. “And thank you for helping move chairs for the opening ceremony even with your leg.”

He shrugged the thanks off. He’d be feeling it in the latter half of the day, but he took a sip of tea, putting it out of his mind. The door to the teacher room opened, more people arriving to take their break. Takata turned away.

“Talk to you later, Hakuba-san,” she said before making her way across the room.

Saguru nodded in response, too late for her to see it. She walked up to a man—her husband?—and Saguru focused back on the tea in his hands. Black tea, high in caffeine and just how he liked it without sugar or milk. Warm and familiar. He drank half the cup before setting it down. There were grooves on the surface of the desk—some looked like marks from a paperweight tossed down too quickly, others perhaps from the edge of a photo frame dragged across the desk frequently. Like the previous owner had the habit of constantly checking it or changing out the picture. There were things that could be drawn about that, like the conclusion that Yumi-sensei was likely a hurried person, but also a sentimental one. There was an umbrella doodled on the inside of one of the drawers with her name and presumably the name of her husband. Not someone who was uptight about defacing objects, and clearly caught in young love. It would have been touching if it didn’t rub against the raw spot in him still reeling with grief.

He pulled out the lunch he’d put together that morning, a sandwich and wilting salad. Nothing special or elaborate. He had never been anything more than a passable cook, and he hadn’t been the one to cook most of the last decade.

Out the window Saguru could see students eating outdoors and enjoying the spring weather as much as they could. Saguru didn’t remember being allowed to eat outside. He had always eaten in homeroom, or if not there, on the roof while observing Kuroba from afar. In retrospect, he probably hadn’t been allowed there either.

The sandwich tasted like mayonnaise and cheap tinned chicken. He’d forgotten to add onion or celery or anything else to give it flavor. He ate it anyway, chewing without enthusiasm. The desk was too big, too empty and blank and still compared to the desks around him, just a small pile of papers in the corner and the records for his homeroom class. He would have to do home visits at some point. Would he go to Aoko or Kuroba for Takumi’s visit? The salad went down less easily than the sandwich, plain lettuce sticking in his throat as he tried to swallow around his mouth’s sudden dryness. Mel had been a better cook. Saguru never had the patience to experiment with new recipes or the inspiration to try different flavor combinations.

The tea, when he finished it, had gone cold.

***

The classes after lunch were better behaved than the ones before, perhaps due to a warning from fellow classmates. Perhaps because they were actually better behaved than the rest of their year mates. Saguru was not very optimistic about that. The last class, rather than fixating on his foreignness, had stared at his bad leg. Granted, he was relying on his cane heavily by that point and his leg was shaking with the strain of remaining standing. If he were in London he would have taken a moment to rest his leg. But he was in Japan, and there were different expectations of him here than home. Saguru would have to get used to this. He sat through the end of day meeting through the help of hastily swallowed pain killers and glimpsed Takumi playing lacrosse on the athletic field out the window, his distinctive resemblance to Kuroba catching Saguru’s attention on automatic like he’d trained himself to notice Kuroba in high school. It seemed an odd sport for a child of Aoko and Kaito to choose. He would have expected a martial art or gymnastics. Then again, the way he handled the stick brought memories of Aoko wielding her mop.

“Ah, Hakuba-san?”

“Yes?” Saguru tried to look like he had been paying attention to the meeting. Replaying the last few minutes he had heard in the background, he knew they were talking about clubs, but he wasn’t sure where that counted him.

“Yumi-san was the advisor of the literature club,” Shizume-sense—san, she wasn’t his sensei anymore—said flipping through notes. “Would you be able to take over as club advisor? If not I am sure someone else could do the job.”

“What would I need to do?” Saguru wasn’t sure he would have the energy for advising a club on top of teaching. He had never advised a club before either.

“Yumi-san kept track of membership and the book list.” Shizume handed him notes written with cheerful, rounded kana and kanji. There were notations of days and years and neat lines of names. “It was so that students would keep track of the books they read. Once a month she chose a book translated from English and led a discussion.”

Saguru turned the paper over. On the back were titles in English. Books children would like, like Harry Potter, and further down, classics, like Shakespeare’s Hamlet. A literature club, was it? That didn’t sound too bad. Not like a sports club where he would have to work with the students closely, or a club where he would have to lead his students by demonstration. Literature was something read on one’s own time, and discussion was the only interpersonal part of it. Literature would not require a large amount of clean up either. He set down the list. “I suppose I could be the advisor. Who is the current president so that I can get in touch with them?”

“Momoi Shiemi,” Takata said—the male Takata, not his wife, Kate. He looked amused. “She is a good student, but she has a very…unique personality. I am sure you will find her interesting.” Several other teachers laughed as if this were a joke.

Saguru had the sinking feeling that she was more than a bit eccentric, but he should be able to handle it. He had handled, Kuroba, Aoko, and Koizumi, so he couldn’t imagine a single girl could be worse than dealing with Kid on a heist. Granted he was more than a bit out of practice there.

Takata Kate gave him a smile. “You’ll be fine.”

Saguru smiled back, not really meaning it. He rubbed his leg under the table where it felt like pins and needles. The others started talking again and Saguru tuned them out. Eventually he wouldn’t be able to afford doing it, but he wanted to go home, sit in his kitchen chair and drink tea. If he was being ambitious, he would even finish putting away the last of his things from their boxes. Chairs scraped as teachers stood up to leave. Saguru gathered papers mechanically and reached for his cane. On the field, Takumi was running a pass, dodging with Kuroba’s ease and economy of motion. He’d have made a good gymnast rather than a lacrosse player. The ball arced toward the goal. Saguru looked away before he could see if it went in or not.

***

Saguru limped to his door at six o’clock. It took three tries to get the key in the door, and he turned it twice having it stick before he realized he was trying to use the key to his parents’ house on his apartment. He sighed and took the key out, fit in the right one and swung his door open. The dark entryway greeted him. He should check his lease. Maybe he could get a pet. A cat would be nice to come home to. Something that would be happy to see him and give more interaction than blank walls.

The door swung shut behind him a bit louder than he wanted, but there was no noise from next door indicating displeasure. In fact, both neighbors were completely silent. Kuroba had had his lights on though. Perhaps he had left the light on when he went to work.

Saguru checked his mailbox, found it empty, and headed into the kitchen to boil water for a package of instant noodles. He could picture Mel wrinkling his nose and pointing out the nutritional deficiency. Mum would have suggested adding egg and meat and vegetables to make it more of a meal. Saguru ate it plain, directly from the pot to reduce dishes. The clack of his chopsticks didn’t quite echo, but they competed to fill the space with the faint buzz of the digital clock in the corner. He washed the pot and sat. And sat. A few minutes to seven, the door to Kuroba’s apartment opened and shut. At seven-thirty a knock came on Saguru’s door.

Saguru groaned and hobbled to the door. His knee was locked up, stuck half bent and refusing to relax. He leaned heavily on his cane as someone knocked again. “Coming, coming,” Saguru said through gritted teeth. He shoved the door open. “Kuroba?”

Kuroba stood in business-casual clothes with two beers in hand. “Hey. Care for company?”

Saguru blinked at him. He stepped aside before he thought too hard. Somehow he hadn’t expected Kuroba to want to talk again so soon. Kuroba smiled and kicked off his shoes at the entrance.

“Beer?” he asked, offering a bottle.

It was quality beer, imported, dark like Saguru enjoyed. He shook his head. “I’d better not. Ask me in a few months.”

“Addictive personality?” Kuroba asked with a quirked eyebrow. One of the bottles vanished somewhere on his person.

“And alcoholism is in the family.” Saguru shut the door. “It was a near thing when I was first recovering.”

“Ah.” When Saguru looked at Kuroba again, a thermos had appeared in his hand. “I thought you might not want anything. I brought some tea. Do you like genmaicha?”

“I don’t believe I’ve ever tried genmaicha. I usually stick to black teas or sencha if I am drinking green tea.”

Kuroba smiled. “It’s not usually what you’d serve to guests, but I like the flavor the rice gives to the green tea.” Kuroba unscrewed the thermos lid and poured into a cup that appeared before Saguru’s eyes seemingly from Kuroba’s palm. There was no flash and bang, no obvious sleight of hand, no misdirection at all.

“You’ve gotten better at that,” Saguru said. He accepted the cup and it was pleasantly warm against his fingers. The teacup had irises on the side; it wasn’t one of Saguru’s teacups so it had to belong to Kuroba. He took a sip of the tea. It had a light, bitter flavor with a nutty, earthiness to it. It was a grounded tea, and something in it made Saguru positive that Kuroba had matured in more ways than were immediately obvious. “It’s nice,” he said in thanks. He sat back down in the chair.

“I’m glad. Long day?”

“Mm. Sad since there’s a whole week left.” Saguru sipped his tea and watched Kuroba drink his beer. He looked completely relaxed with the bottle loose in one hand and one leg drawn to his chest. “No Takumi-kun tonight?”

The bottle passed between Kuroba’s hands, did flips, and didn’t spill a drop. “No. It’s a weekday. He’ll stop by sometimes during the week, but I work later most Mondays and Wednesdays. That’s when I do more finicky replicas and preservation that eats hours.”

“I see.”

They drank in silence for a few moments. Saguru was surprised that it was a companionable silence rather than an awkward one.

Kuroba pulled out juggling balls and tossed them idly, one handed. It seemed he still liked to keep his hands busy. “Talk to me.”

“About what?”

“Life.” Kuroba shrugged. “Anything. A childhood memory, a life changing moment…something positive.”

“Positive.” Saguru smiled wryly. He could use something positive. “Well, I’ll tell you a story and you tell me one. Is this fair?”

“Sure.” Kuroba took another swallow of beer and set the bottle aside. The balls vanished to whatever alternate dimension he kept things in as he became still, attentive.

Saguru took another sip of tea, casting around for a memory. He rubbed his right knee absently. Hmm. It was a bittersweet memory at the moment, but... “Back when I first started teaching, I wasn’t able to get a full time job. I was working part time as a substitute teacher and spending the rest of my time working as a private tutor.”

Kuroba snickered into his knee. “I can see you trying to look all serious all the time. I mean you were already serious, but I bet you got worse when you started working.”

“I did,” Saguru admitted, smiling back. “I felt like I had a lot to prove back then.”

“Of course you did. You’re a perfectionist.”

Saguru rolled his eyes. The tea was warm in his hands and Kuroba actually looked interested in what he had to say. That was a change from the past. Kuroba waved a hand, silently ordering him to continue. Saguru sighed, but he didn’t mean it. If anything he felt a little lighter already.

“I got hired by a parent who wanted to get her son into medical school. He was in sixth form—er, second year of high school equivalent here—and she wanted to get his science scores up before exams to have a chance at a better university.”

“Understandable.” Kuroba smirked a little, guessing where this was going. “Bet he loved finding out he had a tutor.”

Saguru’s lips twitched. “Right. Well, I get there the first day, am escorted to his room to meet him, and do you know what happens?”

“What?”

Saguru grinned letting himself get caught up in the memory. “The door opens and I get shot with a nerf dart right on my forehead. And it sticks.”

“The things with the suction cups?”

“Yes.”

Kuroba burst out laughing. “That’s great.”

“His mother was mortified. He was smug. I, however, was not so many years past dealing with your escapades and took it in stride.” Saguru finished his cup tea. “He was very disappointed when I took off the dart, set down my bag, and continued like nothing had happened. In hindsight, I should have reacted. It would have prevented the month of progressively more creative pranks as he tried to get me off task.”

“Ooh, do tell.” Kuroba’s eyes were crescents of amusement. The beer was loose in his hand, mostly gone. “Did he dye your hair?”

“His pranks weren’t up to your level, no,” Saguru said. “He did manage to set fire to my briefcase, leave inane messages on homework I had set aside to grade, and slipped a mouse into my bag so that it bit me when I went to get papers out later. I kept it in a terrarium for a year until it escaped and ran off somewhere. But after he set my papers on fire, I decided to prank back.”

“You pranked a kid?” Kuroba’s eyes were wide, like he couldn’t see Saguru ever pranking back.

“A teen on the eve of adulthood when I was twenty two,” Saguru defended. Then he grinned. “Of course his face when he realized his serious tutor had glitter bombed his bedroom was priceless.”

“Glitter bombs?”

“Kuroba, I didn’t spend two years being pranked by you without learning a few tricks.”

Kuroba shook his head, a smile growing on his face. “Wish I could have seen that. Though I probably wouldn’t have believed it.”

“He got grounded for the glitter bomb incident. His mother didn’t believe that I was behind it. After that we had a long talk and I learned that he was aiming for drama school, not medical, and helped him look into that. When I first met him he reminded me a bit of you.” Oh dear. That had come out sadder than he’d intended. It hadn’t been because Mel reminded him of Kuroba that he was sad; it was that after the prank war ended he had started to know Mel as a person and a friend.

“Huh. Still, you pranking someone.” Kuroba shook his head again. “I want to see the next time you do.”

“I’ll try to arrange it so you can,” Saguru said dryly. He likely wouldn’t prank anyone again. Not unless he was pranked first, but then it was just retaliation.

Kuroba refilled Saguru’s teacup and pulled the second beer from wherever it was hiding on his person—he was taller and a bit broader than he used to be, but he didn’t have any bulk to hide objects in. Saguru was as baffled as ever by Kuroba’s tricks. “So he got into drama school?”

“Yes. Of course his grades improved before then so his mother couldn’t withhold positive recommendations for my tutor work.” She’d almost disowned Mel when she learned he had applied for a theatre college instead of regular Uni. She had gotten past it eventually, but she had never quite forgiven herself for introducing Saguru to her son. Saguru had a complicated relationship with her and it had only soured as time went on. He frowned, turning the re-warmed teacup around in his hands.

Kuroba cleared his throat, and Saguru realized he had been quiet too long. “Hey! My turn now,” he said with exaggerated cheerfulness. Saguru could tell it was forced too, just a bit too big a smile and deep of creases around Kuroba’s eyes. “So. Memories. Well, the first time I performed a magic trick I was three. Now, Kaa-san will tell you otherwise. She says I was pulling escape tricks since I could crawl, but a toddler getting out of a play gate and half up a bookshelf isn’t really a magic trick.”

“So you always bounced like rubber and could stick to walls?”

“Shush. You had your story, I have mine.” He swallowed a mouthful of his new beer. “So I was three years old and Oyaji was trying to get me to get the dexterity to do coin tricks and kept showing me how to hide ten yen coins. Choking hazard, I know. Kaa-san gave him the evil eye on that one.” Kuroba set the bottle aside and pulled a ten yen coin out of thin air. “Oyaji kept doing this—” Kuroba did an exaggerated arm movement, letting Saguru clearly see him palm the coin. “—but a three year old does not have the dexterity that sort of thing requires or the right finger length to make that work. Anyway, that went on for about a week, and I got more and more frustrated because it wouldn’t work and I wanted to impress Tou-san, so I came up with something that would work.”

“Please tell me your disappearing trick didn’t involve swallowing the coin.”

Kuroba waved a hand. “No, no, I wasn’t that stupid as a kid.” Saguru raised an eyebrow. This coming from the man who became Kaitou Kid, jumped out windows, and had nearly killed himself a dozen different ways during the time Saguru knew him? Saguru was willing to bet there were a lot more stupid mistakes in Kuroba’s childhood to get to where he was when Saguru met him. “Don’t look at me like that. Anyway. I figured out if I tossed the coin up like this…” He tossed it in the air. “And did this.” Two hands blurred toward where the coin was falling. Saguru couldn’t follow which was holding the coin. “I could create confusion over which hand was holding the coin. Then if I moved my hand fast I could catch the coin between my hand and wrist.” Kuroba bent his hand back, trapping the ten yen coin against his wrist. He turned his hands so the palms faced up, and it looked like his hands were empty. “It’s an actual magician’s trick, but Oyaji didn’t think to teach me that since palming is easier than doing a wrist catch. Anyway, trial and error and hitting myself in the face with a coin a lot, I got it to work and showed my parents…and fell into the koi pond at the house we were visiting at.”

“Your fear of fish.” Saguru laughed. “Your first success and your greatest weakness rolled into one.”

“It’s not a weakness. I can keep a straight face around f…them.” Kuroba looked indignant, then smiled. “Oyaji pulled me out. A koi had tried to swallow my arm. I half drowned freaking out about that. But he laughed about it for years after and he always smiled when I did a wrist catch.”

“He sounds like he was a good father.” Saguru didn’t have many happy memories with his father. His childhood had been spent at first struggling to fit into Japan, then struggling to fit into Europe, with endless plane trips across the world whenever school was on holiday. He’d grown up with Mum, and Otou-san had always been...not unapproachable, but not emotive either. Their bonding came later when Saguru showed an aptitude for the kind of critical thinking detective work required. Even then it had been more cerebral than emotional.

“He was.” Kuroba drained the last of his beer. “You look a bit more relaxed,” he commented.

“Is that why you decided to visit?” Saguru set aside the teacup. He couldn’t deny that he was feeling much calmer and pleasantly warm from the company and tea. Kuroba also looked calmer than he had when he entered the room, and Saguru wondered if perhaps he hadn’t needed the distraction just as much as Saguru had.

“One of the reasons.” Kuroba stood, and the cup, thermos and empty bottles vanished. He brushed off his pants though there was barely a crease in them. “Will you be at the heist Wednesday?”

Saguru shook his head. “No. I would not be able to keep up if I went.”

“You could always direct from behind the scenes. You were good at figuring out where I planned on going.”

“It would draw too much attention.” Kuroba raised an eyebrow. Saguru sighed. This felt a bit like a test. “That part of my life is a closed chapter. The last thing I want is the media attention attending a Kid heist would bring.”

“True.” Kuroba stretched like he wasn’t almost thirty-five. “If you went you’d run into Aoko. She’s taken over as the head of the force. When Nakamori-keibu retired, they went through six different officers, and she was the only one who understood how Kid’s brain worked enough to keep up.” He smiled and it didn’t meet his eyes. “Go figure, huh?”

Saguru almost reached out, but he had never had the kind of relationship with Kuroba where he could offer comfort, and two days of being civil didn’t make that appear overnight. He didn’t say anything.

“Well,” Kuroba said. He hesitated for a split second, and maybe he wasn’t as comfortable as he appeared. Kuroba had only gotten better at hiding since Saguru had known him as a teenager, but he wasn’t without tells after all. “I should probably be going. You look like you’re going to fall asleep in your chair.”

“Thank you, Kuroba,” Saguru said, heading off any dancing around the situation.

Kuroba’s nose scrunched up minutely and his hand twitched like he wanted a scarf or juggling ball to play with to cover up discomfort or embarrassment. “There’s nothing to thank me for. We’re just catching up.”

“Mm.” He should let Kuroba out, but he didn’t feel like moving. “Be careful on Wednesday.”

Kuroba gave him a blinding smile. And that was what it was meant to be—a blind. “Ah, Hakuba, I’m an old hand at this now. I could pull a heist off with my eyes closed.”

Saguru leaned his head on his hand. He had kept up with the heist records over the years. He knew how many times a sniper had been present at Kid heists publicly, and if it was that high a number publicly, it must be far higher unofficially. The number had only risen in the last sixteen years. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

Kuroba’s expression froze for as long as it took to blink an eye, the slightest tensing of muscles that Saguru nevertheless caught. “Not close enough.”

There were questions that had lurked at the back of Saguru’s mind for almost two decades pressing to come out, but he ignored them. He wasn’t going to ruin whatever goodwill had Kuroba reaching out just to satisfy his curiosity. “Have a good night Kuroba.”

“You too.” He seemed surprised Saguru wasn’t pressing, but Saguru wasn’t the impatient teen he used to be anymore. And he wasn’t a detective anymore either, even if he could never quite shut out that part of his brain and personality.

As soon as Kuroba shut the door, Saguru felt the silence of the room weigh down on him. He’d told Kuroba a story about Mel. Why had he told him a story about Mel? Now he had Mel on his mind, and death coiling around his subconscious. Kuroba must have had similarly morbid thoughts if he brought in a memory that featured his father so heavily. Or not since he was a father now as well and it could just be that he viewed his childhood memories with new eyes…

The alarm clock in the corner blinked nine eighteen at him. It took him almost until the half-hour mark to drag himself from his thoughts and bathe before bed. If his sleep was restless and dogged by bloody memories, there was no one there to know it but him.

AN: Saguru's projecting a bit in the beginning. This might be a good moment to point out that he isn't always a reliable narrator and isn't going to always reliably know what's going on with other people.

He and Takumi do not get off to a good start. >_>

(For the opening ceremonies, pretend people don't hear about their homeroom teacher during them and they don't take most of the day to get through cuz that's a lot of time to account for and let's just get the ball rolling, yeah?)

#magic kaito #fanfiction #not left to stand alone #my writing #nltsa

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