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The Apartment: Washout (Fanfic100)

Title: The Apartment: Washout
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Heiji/Kazuha (General series)
Prompt: #93—Thanksgiving
Word Count: 651 words
Rating: PG-13 (for mentions of nudity)
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: Well, this was awkward…a little moment in the laundry room. Heiji/Kazuha



It was part of their agreement as roommates. They each would do their own laundry. It was easier, and a whole lot less awkward than doing it together and then separating it. Either way, someone would eventually wind up seeing something that they probably weren’t supposed to see…yet.

For the record, Kazuha was a little bit more diligent about getting her clothes washed than Heiji was. And it was because of this that he found himself in the laundry room in their apartment at two o’clock in the morning, waiting on the washing machine. The reason? He had just realized that he was out of a few things in clean form, so he decided to just get it done.

Kazuha had been sound asleep when he’d crept in here. So after debating about it for a moment, he decided to do everything and start over with a completely fresh wardrobe. And by everything, he meant everything. Which is why he was sitting in the laundry room naked, reading a book and waiting for the washer to ding so he could get that load in the dryer and get on it. At least he didn’t have anywhere to be in the morning…

Finally, the washer buzzed, and he got up to rotate the laundry. That load went in the dryer, and the next load found its way into the washer. He started both machines and once again sat down to wait. All in all, this wasn’t proving to be too bad of a chore. It just took forever.

He was debating about whether or not to sneak out to the kitchen to get something to drink when Kazuha walked into the laundry room. “Hey,” she yawned. “Sorry to bug you…forgot to grab my shirt for tomorrow…”

It took a second before Heiji realized his rather vulnerable state at that moment. “Ah, well…um…”

She looked around the laundry room at the piles and the whirling machines and shook her head before looking directly at him. “This is why I keep telling you not to put this off until the last minute. You wind up with absolutely nothing to wear, and it’s nobody’s fault but your own,” she scolded him before turning to a few shirts hanging up in the room. She selected two hangers and turned back to him. “Which one do you think?” She held one up in front of her, and then the other to give him an appropriate visualization.

“Um…the black one,” he said nervously. Why did she keep looking at him? Had she no decency? Couldn’t she at least avert her eyes or something? He was naked, for crying out loud!

But this was Kazuha. Of course she couldn’t. “The black one? Awesome!” She smiled and hung the red shirt back up on the wall. “I should really put these back in my closet…eh, I’ll get them tomorrow.” Then she looked at him (again!!). “So what do you have planned for tomorrow? Anything special?”

“…nothing that I know of…” he murmured, shifting uncomfortably. His book had found its way awkwardly into his lap to act as a shield. It was the best thing he had at the moment, and he really couldn’t grab for anything else without exposing far more than he wanted to at this point in their relationship.

“That’s probably a blessing,” she chuckled. “You’re going to be up for quite a while if you’re going to finish all this tonight. So you’ll be able to sleep in a bit.”

“Yeah…” he said.

“Well, I’m going to head back to bed and let you get your laundry done,” she yawned again. “Goodnight!”

“Night…”

It wasn’t until after she’d walked out of the room with her shirt in hand that he realized something rather surprising: throughout their entire conversation, her eyes hadn’t drifted below his chest. Not even once.

Heiji wasn’t sure whether he should be thankful…or offended.



PS. They don’t actually have Thanksgiving in Japan, as it is an American holiday. So I sort of stretched the theme a little bit to make it work. That’s half the fun of these challenges—figuring out different ways to look at the theme and make it fit into your story. I think I did a Hugs fic with the theme of ‘oxygen,’ and it was mentioned as bleach (hydrogen peroxide). That might be why I love theme challenges so much!

And we have another apartment fic! YAY! This goes out to illeistic, who once requested that I write for her “Heiji and Kazuha…pantsless.” That was the prompt, pretty much word for word. So here it is. Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading, all! Much love!


Tags: character: heiji, character: kazuha, fandom: detective conan/magic kaito, fic: fanfic100, fic: the apartment, misc: theme comm
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