#the last is because computer readmores seem to no longer work on mobile sorry

[angelicsentinel]

Feel free to ignore this I you don't want to write it, but I would love to see some KaiAo where Aoko is the one finding out about kaito being kid and confronting him about it? Normally I see fics where she finds out by mistake or he tells her and I feel like she's so much more

I’m in a sappy KaiAo mood so have my three favorite MK cliches; rooftops, cape cuddling, and ID reveal.

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Choices

“Kaito…Kid,” Aoko said, taking a step forward. The wind whipped her hair and uniform skirt. She crossed her arms, huddled in on herself, cold.

“Nakamori-san,” Kaito said, fighting not to show his inward panic.

They had appeared. It was dangerous for her to have followed him to the roof, and strange that she was the only one who had.

“I’d hoped I was wrong,” she said to him, but it was almost as if she’d said it to herself. “But I knew I wasn’t, even at the beginning.”

He had to get her off this rooftop. She could hate him later, so long as she was alive.

He stepped forward, edge of his cape in hand, and whisked it around her, enveloping her with his cape, pulling her close and blocking the likely shot with his body. They’d aim for center mass and hopefully the distance plus the Kevlar would stop it long before it’d hit her.

“Following me was a very foolish thing to do, Nakamori-san,” Kaito chided, voice low.

Aoko looked up at him, eyes wide, blushing at his proximity. Her lips were pink and parted, breath casting clouds in the air.

Her arms came up, and Kaito flinched back, but they only wrapped around him as her head thudded against his chest. “Bakaito,” she said, fingers digging into his suit coat. “Baka, baka, Bakaito.” Each utterance grew louder and more forceful.

Heart racing at her closeness, blush rising to his face, Kaito murmured, “Nakamori-san?”

“I know it’s you,” she said, and her grip tightened. She pulled back and hit his chest softly with her fist. “Jerkaito.”

Kaito swallowed. Plausible deniability. “It’s dangerous to be up here alone with a thief, Nakamori-san.”

She tilted her head. “I’m safe.” She touched his stomach, the thick padding there. “But Kaito is wearing a bulletproof vest.”

“The daughter of the leader of the task force in the arms of the Kaitō Kid?” Kaito tried again. “What will people think?”

Her eyes widened, and it was too late, and Kaito threw a handful of smoke bombs, disappearing into the aether with Aoko tucked at his side as a crack of a powerful rifle cut through the smoke. He pressed the button and sent the dummy off with another explosion of smoke, and a second shot went off, cutting through the glider and sending the dummy into a tailspin.

When the smoke cleared, Kaito and Aoko had made it clear to the other side of the roof, tucked behind the helipad and out of the line of sight—that is, out of the line of sight from the buildings that made good sniper perches.

He still covered her bodily just to be safe, still kept her wrapped in his cape. “Are you all right?” he asked as he checked her for injuries.

“Idiot Kaito,” Aoko said again, and surged into him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. “Dealing with this all alone, all this time.”

“Nakamori-san,” Kaito began, and then trailed off.

“’M not stupid,” she said to his shoulder.

“…I never said you were, Ahoko,” he said, saying just that.

She giggled, and then she sniffed. “Bakaito’s nicer to me as Kaitō Kid. Maybe I like Kid better now.”

“Hey,” Kaito said without any heat.

“I just wish you’d told me,” Aoko said.

“What, so you could go directly to Inspector Nakamori?” Kaito said, unable to hide the tension in his voice.

“No, so Aoko could help,” she said. “You’ve changed, Kaito. The difference isn’t hard to see for someone who has known you as long as I have.”

She grabbed his hand, turned it over in her own, tracing his life line with a finger. Her gentle touch sent shivers through him. “But even in this, Kaito had to protect me. I wanted to help and I caused more trouble for you instead.”

“Since when have you cared about causing trouble for me?” Kaito asked with a grin.

She narrowed her eyes, and said, “Since it meant bullets. What Kaito is into is dangerous. I don’t want to lose anyone else I care about.”

Kaito’s heart lurched. “You care about me?” he teased to hide the rapid beating of his heart.  “My, my.”

Aoko glared at him, grabbed him by the lapels, and pulled him into a kiss.

Kaito let out a strangled noise, startled at first, but then he relaxed into it, a gloved hand tentatively reaching up to cup her cheek.

She only pulled away when neither of them could breathe, crossing her arms with a grumpy look on her face. “Of course I care! But Kaito always teases me.”

“You kissed me,” he said. 

“I did,” she replied.

Kaito grinned like a maniac. “You like me. Like ‘like’ like.”

Aoko blushed to the roots of her hair. “S-so what if I do?”

“Dangerous,” Kaito purred.

“Still teasing me,” she said, pouting, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I don’t know why I even bother.”

Kaito fluttered his eyes. “Because you think I’m cute?”

“And I don’t know what I was thinking,” she said. Score! Aoko thought he was cute!

Kaito leaned in, and Aoko shivered, and Kaito stopped. “Are you cold?” Kaito asked, concerned.

“A little bit,” Aoko admitted. 

So Kaito wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her flush against his side so she’d absorb his body heat, making sure his cape covered her fully. Aoko shivered again. “Better?” Kaito asked.

“Yes,” Aoko said. 

“We’ll have to stay here for a bit,” Kaito said, apologetic. “At least until we know for sure they’re gone.”

“I don’t mind,” Aoko said, resting her head against his shoulder. Kaito didn’t mind, either. Aoko liked him and had kissed him and was leaning against him and he’d wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and she didn’t mind at all. 

Oh, but there was one thing that Kaito needed to take care of. He reached into his waistcoat where he’d stashed the large pear-cut diamond, and held it up to the moon while Aoko inhaled sharply. 

Nothing.

Kaito sighed, then grabbed Aoko’s hand. He placed the diamond in her palm, and then closed her fingers over it. “Here. You can give it back to your dad. It’s not the one I want.”

Aoko tilted her head again, her gaze measured. “Will you tell me why someday?”

“Yeah. Someday.”

“…Kaito should steal me some jewelry to wear, I always wanted to look fancy,” Aoko said. “The kind with huge gems.”

Kaito’s jaw dropped. “You know I return things, right?”

“I know.” Aoko laughed, because apparently joking about this was something they did now, and then she said, “I only want to wear them for a little bit, I just wanted to see your face. It was great.”

“Now who’s teasing,” Kaito grumbled, and Aoko laughed again. “Hey Aoko?” Kaito asked. 

“Hmm?”

“When did you figure it out?”

“I’ve always known, really.” She tapped her heart. “I know your magic. I know your body language and your pranks, I know Kaito,” she pressed. “But I only just decided to stop ignoring it and face it head on.”

“I see,” he said.

“Hey Kaito,” she asked.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t shut me out anymore.”

“Okay,” Kaito said. “I won’t.”

[angelicsentinel]

This prompt doesn’t exactly have a ship? I’d like to see Ran and Sonoko helping Shinichi after a case he solved. ( Also I hope you have a good day. Sending virtual hugs if you want ���)

Friendship is the best ship. Any ship also includes friendship, or none at all, rather. Thank you. And thank you for the prompt. Not sure if this is exactly what you were looking for, but I tried my best.

Aftermath

In the aftermath of a brutal case, Shinichi stares past the culprit as he’s cuffed and led to the back of a police cruiser. 

Things don’t happen for a reason. Things just happen, one after another, unceasing. He wishes for once things would just stop happening. 

Shinichi shakes his head, and limps towards Inspector Ayanokoji to give his follow up, only to be stopped by one Suzuki Sonoko, who steps in front of him with her arms stretched out as if to block his path. “Oh no you don’t!” she says. Blood mats her hair, her headband stained, and she’s a little bit sooty.

It’s superficial, but Shinichi still winces when he sees it. He wishes the culprit didn't try to take her as a hostage. Then he frowns. “Sonoko, let me by.”  

“You’re going straight to the hotel, Shinichi-kun!” Sonoko says, stamping her foot. 

Shinichi crosses his arms and narrows his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!” Sonoko says in response, crossing her arms and leaning forward. "Ran's not here to ride herd on you so that means I have to. Annoying."

"Yes, you are," Shinichi grumps, attempting to push past her.

Sonoko pushes herself up on the balls of her feet for more height, and then she hooks her arm around his neck, pulling him down and trapping Shinichi under her armpit.

"Hey!" Shinichi yelps, stumbling, but Sonoko jerks him forward anyway, strong-arming him to one of the Suzuki company cars and shoving him in.

"Get in, loser."

"This is a kidnapping," Shinichi complains, but Sonoko ignores him and gets in behind him, pushing him over and slamming the door.

"This is an intervention," she says, cutting her eyes at him.

Shinichi scoffs.

"Our hotel," she says, before pulling a nail file out and smoothing the rough edges where she'd scrabbled for purchase on the edge of the building. 

They ride in silence until she's done with her nails on one hand, then she picks up the phone. "Ran, get dressed and be in my room in like, five. No, no arguing, this is non negotiable." She hangs up and begins work on her other hand with the file.

Shinichi crosses his arms and stares at her.

Sonoko looks up, and then snorts and goes back to her phone.

"I was fine," Shinichi says finally.

"You're an idiot and you would have been there all night," Sonoko says. "You forget I grew up with you, moron."

"Like abducting me is any better?" Shinichi asks.

"Yes, actually. You should thank me." 

"In what universe?" Shinichi says. Though he might be grateful. Just a little. He's tired and it's been a long day.

Sonoko rolls her eyes, and the car is silent until they arrive back at the hotel, where Sonoko also proceeds to strong-arm him to her room, a small suite.

Which is how he ends up blinking at Ran as she opens the door for them with Sonoko's hand clamped down on the back of his neck.

Ran giggles, and so he lets Sonoko maneuver him to the sofa in front of the television before forcing him to sit down, limp obvious and in full force.

"Look at his ankle, will you Ran?"

"Sonoko!" Shinichi says, annoyed. The last thing he needs is Ran getting worried.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. Behave, Shinichi-kun!"

"I don't even want to be here in the first place," Shinichi says.

"Uh huh," Sonoko says, and slams the door to the bathroom, leaving Shinichi and Ran together in silence.

"Which ankle is it?" Ran says, thankfully no nonsense, grabbing a compression bandage from the first aid kit she brought with her.

Shinichi says, "...Left."

She sits down beside him, pulling his leg into her lap, easing off his shoe, then his sock. It's already swollen. Ran clicks her tongue. "Did you even get this looked at?"

"No." Shinichi's just glad Sonoko's not here to tell her he ducked out from medical. "It's just a sprain."

"It's not 'just' anything," Ran says. "You should take better care of yourself."

Shinichi can't hide his wince as she probes his ankle, then begins wrapping it tightly, but not tight enough to restrict blood flow. The pressure feels good, relieving, and she's done it often enough her movements are steady and sure. He wonders how many times she's done this for karate, and then more darkly, how many times she's done it after getting dragged into a case with him. More than she should have.

Once she's done, she grabs a few pillows from the bed, then moves the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Shinichi doesn't have to be badgered into elevating his foot. 

“I’ll go get some ice after a couple of hours, okay?” Ran says.

"Hope you're decent!" Sonoko calls out.

"Sonoko!" Ran and Shinichi say in unison.

Just then, a knock on the door. "Room service!"

"Oh, goodie," Sonoko says, and comes back from the door pushing a cart filled with food. A big bowl of caramel popcorn and two smaller bowls. There's boxes of candy, water and juice and soda, and even a sandwich tray and fruit tray. "That's kettle corn for you, Ran, and plain for mister plain and boring here."

“Thank you, Sonoko,” Ran says.

“What’s all that for?” Shinichi asks.

“Can’t you deduce it, Mister Detective?” Sonoko says. When he gives her a flat look, she continues, “Movie night!” She waves her hands in a flourish towards the TV. 

“I’m not watching anything with Brad Pitt,” Shinichi says immediately.

Sonoko scoffs. “Considering the ‘audience,’ I brought a selection,” she slams three boxes on the table, two noticibly bigger than the other. Elementary, Enola Holmes, and Miss Sherlock. “I know your detective nerd self wouldn’t watch anything else. Pick one.”

“What about this one, Shinichi?” Ran says. “She’s supposed to be Sherlock Holmes’ sister.”

“He never had a sister,” Shinichi says in half-protest, and apparently that’s enough of a complaint for Sonoko to decide on it and put it in the player while Ran sits down beside him. 

Sonoko grabs the remote and distributes the popcorn and drinks, and then for some reason she sits down on the other side of him, pushing him into Ran with a wink and a nudge, and then she doesn’t move. 

“Sonoko!” Ran scolds, but she laughs and accepts it.

Shinichi’s annoyed with it for all of two seconds, and then he remembers how much she’s gone through today, just for the simple act of being in his vicinity, and lets it go. Sonoko’s good at having a brave face, but he remembers her frightened one all too well, and that’s why he slips a comforting arm around her. Sonoko must need it more than he realizes, because not only does she not say anything about it, she leans into it, resting her head against his shoulder. 

For good measure, he slips his arm around Ran, as well. It’s hard too, to wait, not hearing things for hours and hours. 

“I’m glad you’re alright,” she whispers.

“I’m glad you weren’t there,” he replies. Sonoko shouldn’t have been there, either. Neither one of them should have to deal with the work that’s by now ingrained deeply in his blood.  

It’s not hard to get engrossed in the film, which turns out to be much better than he was expecting. Sonoko’s commentary drops off around the middle of the film, and Shinichi looks down to find her dead asleep. 

He turns and Ran too, has faded, resting her head against his shoulder, all of the stress and anxiety of the day knocking them both neatly out. 

Shinichi’s now being used as a glorified pillow. He can’t say he minds though. They’re both here where he can keep an eye on them. 

Once the credits roll, he shifts just enough to grab the remote and turn the television off. Instead of moving and disturbing them, he just tilts his head back and closes his eyes.

It’s been a long day for him too.