#which stresses the fuck out of Shinichi because he does not want Hattori to get hurt

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Some warm ups I did because I haven’t drawn in weeks.

I like to imagine that Heiji found out about Shinichi’s whole Magical boy gig (because, c’mon, he’s a detective, he’s gonna find out sooner or later) and scolds him when he gets hurt. He only follows Shinichi around just to beat him over the head when Shinichi walks off a twisted ankle or something and Shinichi just accepts it because it’s nice to have company once in a while. (Though he did try to make him go away when he first started trailing after him into labyrinths, but Heiji’s a stubborn ass friend and he will NOT let his best buddy walk home alone injured to an empty house)

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hello friend i'm adding to your ask pile because you really do give some of the best answers so Thank You!! i've been thinking about this for weeks now but: we know our no.1 dumbie heiji has only recently realised he likes kazuha, and based on when he tried to confess during the nue case, he said he only realised his feelings for her after the ebisu bridge incident. so during the kidnapping case which was Way Before This what was he going to tell kazuha do u think?? because (1/2)

2/2) because his reaction made it seem like a confession but we know he hadnt come to terms with his feelings yet? i've thought he just subconsciously knew there was something he needed to say but he was so assured in "my last words are for kazuha" that i feel like there's more and he knew what he wanted to say.. am i just reading into this too much? sorry for the long ask wow i'm deep in dcmk feels 2nite thank you again

Before I SET MYSELF ON FIRE answering your ask, let me thank you for being so sweet and kind and saying such nice things about what I write!! I’m glad y’all are enjoying it! 

But I don’t think you’re ready for what’s about to go down. 

Because for the last couple weeks I’ve been INCREASINGLY more frustrated at famous High School Detective of the West Heiji Hattori, and your question very adequately hit all the right buttons and I’m about to IMPLODE. 

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, HEIJI HATTORI, THAT YOU DIDN’T REALIZE YOU LOVED KAZUHA UNTIL EBISU FUCKING BRIDGE? 

WHAT --AND I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH-- THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU OSAKAN BAGEL OF A PERSON????????????? AND YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A DETECTIVE??????? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE MIGHTY DETECTIVE OF THE WEST??????

HEIJI HATTORI YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS TO SAFETY. SIT YO ASS DOWN CAUSE I’VE GOT ALL YOUR RECEIPTS AND IMMA READ THEM OUT, SON. 

The Mermaid Case. Please don’t tell me I was the only person who honestly thought by The Mermaid Case Heiji knew he was in love with Kazuha????? Because I was like 8 and it was so fucking EVIDENT but Heiji Hattori??????? 

Heiji Hattori I’m not even kidding with you right now you’re telling me that you jumped off a motherfucking cliff without giving it a second thought because Kazuha fell off, that on top of that you kept holding onto her even when she fucking stabbed you in the hand with the weird fucked up mermaid arrow and you risked your life to save her and you somehow miraculously got both of you out of there --one day we seriously have to talk about how THE FUCK Hattori pulled them out of there-- and at no point did you think, AT NO POINT DID YOU THINK MAYBE YOU WEREN’T DOING IT SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU SAW HER AS A FRIEND??????????

The Spider Mansion Case. Heiji loses his fucking shit when he sees Kazuha hanging from those strings!!!!! He goes bananas!!!! He’s out of his goddamned mind and yet??????¿¿¿¿ We’re supposed to believe???? That this absolute buffoon of a man???? does not know???? that he’s reacting like this???? because??? he??? fucking????? loves her??????????

¿¿¿¿¿¿???????

And then OF COURSE HOW COULD WE FORGET the case that you very aptly mention in your ask, where they’re kidnapped and Hattori is all like “I really meant it, my last words were for you” and then ultimately backs out last minute like the COWARD that he is???? But Hattori, my man, surely you knew that what you wanted to say was that you love her????? 

So up to here I was 100% convinced that Shinichi and Hattori were on the same fucking page and both of them knew very clearly that they loved their childhood friends. 

But then. BUT THEN. Shinichi and I --and I’m willing to bet most of you--felt an imminent and irrepressible need to strangle the High School Imbecile of the West because the Magician’s Case fucking happened and during that entire case --I shit you not-- Hattori LOSES HIS MIND because he’s so jealous, and HE DOESN’T KNOW WHY?????????

????????????????????????????????

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!! WHAT !!!!!!!! THE !!!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, Aoyama????? Didn’t we already establish via near-death situations and Hattori’s reaction to them, that he fucking KNEW that he loved her???? Didn’t his comprehension of Shinichi’s feelings for Ran stem out of the fact that he felt the same way about Kazuha???? HADN’T WE COVERED THIS ALREADY? 

EVEN SHINICHI WAS LIKE ???????? EXCUSE ME BITCH????????? And honestly, SAME.

So already at this given point Shinichi and I were one and the same and we were like Hattori....... honest to God.... if you weren’t such a loving idiot...... i would choke you........... 

BUT THEN. Jesus FUCKING Christ THEN we get Ebisu Bridge and it’s lovely and wonderful and so in-character and I’m heart eyes forever. But what follows Ebisu Bridge is even more confusing and frustrating because Hattori literally says, you’re absolutely right, THAT HE DIDN’T REALIZE UNTIL EBISU BRIDGE???????????????

HONESTLY I’M SETTING MYSELF ON FIRE

WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK HATTORI WHATTTTTTTT THE FUCKKKK MY MAAANNNNNNNNNNN

I trusted you. I rooted for you man, we were all rooting for you. Everyone 10000% supported your cause my dude and you just let us down. You just let everyone down big time with your emotional thickness and --dare I say it-- stupidity. I mean I always knew you were thick in this sense but just how incredibly idiotic do you have to be? For this to be the level that you are at??? 

So anyway yeah it’s kinda weird.

[mintchocolateleaves]

Run Down (1/??)

Summary: Hattori Heiji and Hakuba Saguru have never gotten along. And yet, Shinichi, the talented, mysterious, heart transplant patient thinks he can change this. And in a way, he’s right. Medical AU

Notes: So I was feeling the inexplicable need to write a medical AU and here we are. Not sure how long it’ll be but hopefully it won’t be any longer than 15 chapters. I hope you enjoy! xx (IT’S NOT A HAKUHEI FIC)

Thursday morning. 7.21 a.m.

Handover begins in nine minutes and Heiji is not ready for it. Probably because after he’d arrived, signing himself in, he’d spotted the allocation sheet on his way to the changing rooms and noticed Hakuba’s name on the chart. Luckily, they’re not working the same bay today, but still.

Heiji does not so much as want to see the British jerk. And handover is always irritating with Hakuba’s many questions. Luckily, they’re only on a ward with twenty-four patients – four bays, each with six patients – and so, Hakuba’s only got his six patients to ask after.

Good. Back when he’d been training, Heiji had worked in a hostel for one of his placement blocks. There had been forty patients, all of which the staff had been responsible for. With so few doctors there, they’d been stretched thin.

Luckily, Heiji doesn’t have to worry about that here. Despite the ever-growing gap in patient to doctor ratio’s, he’s bagged a good enough position as a junior doctor in a ward that’s busy but not… too much.

“Chill out,” He mutters to himself, the thought of Hakuba riling him up without the man even being present, “it’s not like I gotta talk to him or anything.”

Not that he ever does. The other junior doctor keeps his distance, which is good, because Heiji’s pretty sure that too much exposure to Hakuba will bring worse results than too much radiation. He’s not going to risk himself, thank you very much, because well – he’s not willing to be that stressed.

Heiji pushes himself forwards, in through the hospital doors. His ward is on the first floor, so he’s got to climb one flight of stairs. Sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly lazy after being caught in the morning traffic, he’ll take the elevator. But just the thought of Hakuba looking up as the elevator doors opens, judging them with those beady eyes of his, leaves him gritting his teeth and forcing himself up the stairs.

It’s chilled in the stairwell. Even with his jacket, it’s difficult not to shiver. Pulling his collar around his neck, he takes two steps at a time, trying to quicken his usual stroll up the stairs into faster strides.

It’s not until he’s reached the midpoint of the stairs, reaching over to close the window – seriously, it’s February, why is it even open? – that he hears footsteps. Which, well... okay, it’s not too uncommon for there to be footsteps in the morning. But they’re usually after handover, when everyone on the night shift are heading home.

And patients can’t have visitor until nine a.m. so Heiji is, kind of, only a little bit, confused about who it could be. So of course, he does the only logical thing. He stands and waits.

Seconds later, a man peeks around the corner, climbs down the steps with a small bag in his hands. Except, no, it’s not a bag but a drip, something he’s clipped shut and is carrying with him.

A patient.

Possibly one of Heiji’s six patients he’ll be working with today. Or quite possibly, Hakuba’s patient.

“Morning,” the man says, offering a curt nod. He doesn’t try to hide the drip, or the cannula that’s in his arm, simply passes Heiji with a small nod. The Osakan turns back, gapes, and tries not to think too much about what is going on.

“Are you on Bluebell ward?” He asks. All their hospital wards are named after flowers. Heiji thinks it’s a bit too cute for his liking, but at least it’s not named after people. That’d be almost cringeworthy.

The stranger – styled brown hair with a cowlick at the back, gives him a small grin. He says, “not right now. It would seem I’m in a staircase.”

His eyes gleam. Heiji’s not sure if it’s from his own mischief, or from a fever. It’s probably a mixture of both.

“Right,” he says. “Let me rephrase tha’, are ya a patient in tha’ ward?”

The man doesn’t even try to lie. Unashamed, and almost proud of himself, he offers a smirk. He says, “oh yes. I imagine people will get very nervous about my whereabouts right after you all finish handover.”

Heiji offers a tight smile. So he’s already been identified as one of the staff? And yet here this guy is, essentially telling him he’s breaking out.

“You’re not leaving are ya?” Heiji asks, “because that’s not a very good idea.”

He receives a shake of his head. “Of course not. I’m not leaving the hospital. Just wanting some fresh air. You know?”

Well… that’s a small weight off his shoulders. But still, Heiji can’t really let him wander off. Not with the risk of his health declining. Except, ethically, he can’t force him back onto the ward.

There’s nothing Heiji can do here, and from the relaxed shoulders of this patient, the man knows it.

“Right…” Heiji says. And then: “They’re going to code it. Missing patient, you’re goin’ to make a lot of people extremely worried.”

He receives a smile. “Just let them know that bed 3 is out for a while. Nothing to worry about, alright?”

Heiji says. “I still don’t think this is a good idea, you’re in hospital for a reason.”

“And I’m not leaving the hospital.” Bed 3 says. He runs a hand through his hair – the one that doesn’t have a cannula attached to it. “And don’t worry, I’m not even that sick. I’m fine.”

It’s not until the man’s gone, Heiji rushing up for handover, that it really clicks what he’s said. Bed 3 – That’s in the bay Hakuba’s covering today. Oh God – this is going to be amazing.

“What do you mean he’s a transplant patient?”

Heiji’s practically bursts from where he’s leaning against the wall. Handover is supposed to be a calm introduction to the day. To give him information about the people he’s meant to be caring for, helping nurse back to good health.

And yet, this introduction to their new patient, brought to hospital by the paramedics after collapsing, is anything but.

Across from him, Hakuba levels a glare. He says, “Yes, Bed 3 – Kudo Shinichi – is a transplant patient. What’s so shocking about that? He’s been waiting for the past six months for a heart to become available.”

Heiji’s too disorientated to hear the hidden insult. He blinks, “I… he said he wasn’t that sick.”

Hakuba doesn’t even have time to offer any retaliation. One of the night staff, a nurse – Keiko – shakes her head and says. “Accident and emergency gave him an echocardiogram last night and – well, he’s got mitral regurgitation.”

The Osakan freezes. That’s… that’s the opposite of not being sick. Needing a transplant is bad enough, but there are ways to live with it, medications and therapies that can be used, even temporarily to keep the heart from failing before the transplant becomes available, but having blood flowing the wrong way in the heart?

Not good at all.

“When did you find the time to meet Kudo?” Hakuba asks now. He squints, almost as if he’s about to point out that Heiji’s not working bay one today, staking claim to his patient. “You were almost late today.”

‘Not without good reason’, Heiji thinks to himself. He leans back against the wall he’d previously been leaning against, tries to calm himself.

“I met him on my way up.” He says, “on the staircase.”

Hakuba stills. “You what?”

“Yeah,” Heiji continues, crossing his arms. “we had a short conversation, and then he continued down the staircase.”

The expression on the Brit’s face as he realises he’s lost a patient without even being aware of it, would be a lot more amusing if said patient wasn’t at such a risk. Even now, Heiji feels worry rising in his chest, knowing that there’s a risk of the man collapsing again.

“And you just let him go?”

Heiji narrows his eyes. “What were ya expectin’ Hakuba? I can’t jus’ force him back here, if he wants t’ go, then he goes. Ya know, ethics an’ all.”

Hakuba’s cheeks are flushes. “He’s classed under critical condition!”

“But he’s of sound mind,” Heiji says, “so even if it’s a stupid idea, he wants to leave, he can.”

The two stare at one another for a moment, and finally, Hakuba releases a sigh. He says, “for fucks sake, this guy’s going to be a pain isn’t he?”

Heiji’s certain of it. But also, there’d been a mischief in his eyes that Heiji’s not ever seen in a heart transplant patient before. He’d seen hope, and playfulness, but not quite that.

Kudo almost seems more alive than most patients Heiji has seen in here. Which is strange, seeing as he’s slowly dying without the transplant.

“I don’t know,” Heiji says, “I get th’ feelin’ he’s gonna be pretty interesting, ya know?”

Kudo returns to the ward at about twenty past nine, and Heiji can’t help but realise that he comes back alone. No escorts from those who’d been sent in search of the patient, but rather by himself. He just, lets himself back into the ward, holding a small carrier bag with god-knows-what inside and slowly inches back towards Bay one.

Heiji only half notices him at first, from where he’s too focused on gathering the right equipment for the blood test he needs to take and send down for testing. He’s hand closes around on a tourniquet and freezes as he looks up and catches the man’s eye.

Kudo offers a small wave. “Oh hey. How’s it going?”

Straightening up, Heiji drops the tourniquet in the small box he’d been placing all the necessary instruments inside. All of that’s organised, all he needs now is to grab the sharps bin from the clinical room.

“Hey,” he says, for lack of words. “Your definition of not sick is a little abnormal. Did you know that?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Kudo takes a few steps towards him, peering down at the equipment Heiji’s set out. There’s no information that Kudo could read into on his patient, so Heiji lets him.

“Well, it could be worse.” The man says, as if he’s not waiting for a transplant, a replacement to the heart that’s failing to work properly.

Heiji huffs.

“You’re…” Kudo squints, looking at the badge Heiji wears on his scrubs. “Hattori Heiji. Alright. Nice to meet you Hattori. I think I’m going to return to my bay now – it’s not yours is it?”

Heiji shakes his head, “not today. Your doctor’s probably gonna scold you, ya kno’.”

“I won’t bet against that,” Kudo says, with a short laugh. He says, “if it were anyone I knew who’d done the same thing, I’d be so mad.”

“Hypocrite,” Heiji says, but somehow there’s no irritation behind his words. Damn, even with how aggravating he’s made the morning, Heiji actually likes Kudo Shinichi.

“Oh yes,” Kudo says.

Fifteen minutes later, as he’s labelling the blood sample he’s taken, readying to send it down for testing, he has the misfortune of hearing Hakuba’s drone amongst the bustle of hospital life.

“Kudo-san, it’s not in your best interests to leave the ward while you’re receiving medical treatment, it could delay your recovery.”

And then, Kudo’s voice. He says, “it was very much so within my best interests.”

Heiji smiles to himself, mainly because he can imagine the exasperation on Hakuba’s face as he tries desperately not to let his irritation show to his patient.

“I’m sorry,” Hakuba says, although the lack of insincerity in his voice shows that he’s anything but sorry, “I don’t understand.”

“Are you married?” Kudo says. There is a small pause before the patient continues, “no? Well, see – it’s in my best interests to make sure my wife has a birthday present, hospitalised or not.”

Heiji glances down at his patient’s file, grabs the pen from his pocket and uncaps it. Starting with the date, he writes down his intervention with his patient, recording what he’d done, and the observations he’d made during the interaction with his patient.

“And anyway,” Kudo continues, “if you don’t want your patients to just walk out of the ward, then don’t write the code out of here under the key pad out of here.”

Hakuba’s exasperation is enough that Heiji has to force himself not to cackle. “It’s where?”

Heiji really hopes he’ll be assigned to Kudo’s bay tomorrow.