Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #2—rainbows and butterflies
Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Toyama Kazuha
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or any related characters. They belong to Gosho Aoyama. I simply throw fruit at them, take pictures, and call it modern art. Critics love me.
Summary: Apparently, everyone at school STILL thinks we’re dating.
It had been a very, very long day at school, complete with a nice screaming argument during the lunch hour, and the accompanying gossip and chatter from their classmates. And then the usual questions and comments had started in earnest…
“Are you two dating yet?”
“Of course he likes you!”
“When are you gonna hook up?”
“It’s obvious she likes you.”
“You’re perfect for each other!”
“You should seriously just date.”
“You mean they aren’t dating?”
“Just admit it already!”
“If you’re not gonna date her, can I? …why are you looking at me like that?”
“Hattori, put the katana down! He’s not worth it!”
“See, told ya he liked her!”
“…for the record, Kazuha-chan has a really good right hook. Does my nose look broken?”
“They’re being defensive. Give ‘em time.”
“Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt…”
Everyone was whispering and giggling and gossiping. The worst was that a good deal of this was done within earshot of the two parties involved, be it a lack of tact, a lack of caring, or simply a lack of knowing that the people in question were nearby.
Needless to say, Heiji and Kazuha were both in extremely sour moods by the end of the day. When the final bell rang and they were finally free of the hellhole known as school, they grabbed their stuff and jetted out of there as fast as was humanly possibly, ignoring the jeers and jabbering of their friends and classmates as they sprinted.
Once they were on the sidewalk and safely out of sight of the school and everyone associated with it, Kazuha finally let out a long growl of pent-up frustration. “God, what is wrong with everyone!” she huffed, stomping along. “We’ve been walking to and from school together since we were in elementary school—why the hell is it such a big deal now?”
Heiji’s irritation was pretty much on level with hers, and in arare moment of totalagreement,his response was just as incensed and huffy about the whole stupid affair. “Apparently, it’s the high school equivalent of a marriage proposal.”
“They’ve been like this since we were in middle school,” she said, trying to force herself to calm down. “You’d think after all this time, everyone at school would get it through their heads and get off our backs. We’re just friends. Always have been.”
“Exactly,” Heiji agreed.
There was a very long silence as they continued walking home. Eventually, her house came into view, signaling the end of their bi-daily walk. It was at this point that Heiji turned to her and finally spoke. “So do you want to go out sometime?“
“Yes.” Kazuha responded before the last word had even left his mouth.
He slung an arm around her shoulders in a loose hug. “So are we telling anyone at school?”
“Would it change anything if we did?”
“I can already hear everyone saying ‘I told you so.’”
“Point. Guess it doesn’t matter. I’ll still probably have to yell at you a few times a day.”
“You just make it so easy.”
And thus, another argument began, completely oblivious to the fact that something was finally starting to blossom between them. Yelling matches came before dates--everyone knew that.
Okay, so maybe their relationship wasn’t exactly normal. Heck, to normal people it didn’t even seem healthy; it was almost verbally abusive, considering the way they argued and yelled at each other, and of course, their mutual pet-name of “ahou.” But if everything was always rainbows and butterflies, things would get awfully boring, now wouldn’t they?
PS. Another “shower plunnie,” of the very short PWP variety. I get a lot of ideas in the shower—it’s just weird. Must be the smell of my shampoo that does it or something…anyway, just something really random and rather silly for the seventh Hug as I tried to envision the most unromantic date request ever. In other words, totally within Heiji’s character.
I promise I will try to write a longer one for the next one. The key word is “try.” Thanks, all—much love!