Fandom: Detective Conan
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: If your love is a grain of sand…
There were few things more lovely, Kazuha privately thought, than sitting on the beach and watching the sun set over the ocean. The water, such a beautiful blue by day, was dyed orange and yellow in honor of one of Mother Nature’s most illustrious light shows.
Heiji had surprised her by shyly suggesting that they go watch the sunset on the beach. He had seemed so surprised when she had so readily accepted. But perhaps it had emboldened him a bit—he was still so shy about things, but after they’d chosen a place to sit in the sand for their viewing, he had somehow summoned up the nerve to lean forward and wrap both his arms around her shoulders. It had startled her, but she had almost immediately leaned back against him, relaxing into that embrace.
For most of the day, she had worn her hair back in its usual style. Ponytails were easy to handle, and kept her hair out of her way. But as they’d walked out here, she had pulled the tie from her hair on a whim. Running her fingers through it had smoothed it down considerably.
She knew he liked it when she wore her hair down; he had said as much.
It was calm. Peaceful. A perfectly lovely end to a perfectly lovely day.
“What’re you thinking about?” Heiji asked quietly, interrupting her thoughts.
“The sand,” she replied just as softly.
“What about it?”
Kazuha smiled, closed her eyes, and leaned back into his embrace. Most of the time he was a complete ahou, but every once in a while he could be so sweet… “If your love is a grain of sand, then mine is a universe of beaches,” she whispered.
She couldn’t see him, but she could practically feel his smile. His arms tightened around her ever so slightly before releasing her. She instinctively straightened when she felt him move; he climbed to his feet and dusted himself off before offering her a hand up. “C’mon—it’s almost night. We should get back before dark, or else our parents will flip.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” she nodded, reaching up to accept the proffered assistance. Once back on her feet, she quickly wiped herself free of sand. “Okay. Let’s go.” She felt herself blush, though, when he reached up with one hand to brush an errant strand of long hair back from her face.
They strolled together, hand in hand, back towards the hotel. The setting sun served as their backdrop, and two sets of footprints were left, side by side, in the sand to mark their path.
PS. The quote “If your love is a grain of sand, then mine is a universe of beaches” is from The Princess Bride. It is one of my all-time favorite lines. A nice short little fluff-fic that TOTALLY HAD A PLOT I SWEAR. Hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope you’ll all come around for the last TWO!
Thanks for reading, all. Much love!