Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Heiji/Kazuha (General series)
Word Count: 1206 words
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: As their relationship progressed, they began to discover new things. Heiji/Kazuha
Kazuha’s feet were always cold.
And it seemed that nothing could be done about it.
It could be a toasty summer night, warm and humid, and her toes would be as cold as snow. And it was even worse because she did not like wearing socks to sleep. She could put them on before going to bed, but nine times out of ten she would wake up in the morning and find that she had kicked them off in the night and her feet were exposed and frozen.
Heiji had known that it was sort of a chronic condition for her, as she had mentioned it before. But it took on a whole new meaning when he was sleeping next to her, pressed against her. His toes always inevitably wound up finding hers beneath the bedding.
And when their feet would touch, his reaction was almost always the same. He would yelp or hiss, and make some sort of a comment about it. She would glare or give him a halfhearted push and offer a reply asking how he thought she felt about it, or suggesting that perhaps he find someplace else to sleep if it bothered him so much. Her usual suggestion was that he take up residence on the couch.
He never did. He never left the bed because of it. Heiji loved waking up next to her, the feeling of her form curled beside him, how his first breath of morning air carried her scent. He loved it all.
He just wished sometimes that her feet weren’t so damn cold.
Heiji always wore pajamas.
After they started sleeping together, and sex became a regular part of their lives and their relationship, it seemed sort of silly to her. Especially if she was already in bed, waiting. He would inevitably crawl in next to her wearing a pair of boxers, at the very least.
When she asked him about it one night, he simply shrugged and said that he had always done that. It was a habit, and he felt strange if he didn’t. It wasn’t anything he’d ever really thought about, save for the times when she had impatiently told him to hurry up.
When he suggested that he did enjoy the part where she removed the garments in question and that she enjoy that part as well, she huffed and gave him a swat on the arm and rolled over with the intent of sleeping. He snuggled up next to her, laughing, and she tried very hard to keep pouting.
Even though, in spite of herself and her righteous indignation at his statement, she had to agree. She did rather enjoy that part. But still, pride was pride. So a couple of nights later, she came to bed wearing a little number she had found at a specialty store. It consisted mostly of straps, with solid fabric in the crucial areas. Kazuha simply lay back and let him go insane trying to figure out how to get it off of her while she giggled and toyed with his T-shirt.
If he was going to tease, then he was going to work for it as well.
Kazuha could not sleep with her shoulders uncovered.
It was one of the strangest sleeping habits Heiji had ever seen, and one that he was not aware of until they began sharing sleeping space. When the time came for proper sleep, she would always wiggle around until she got the sheet or blanket pulled up to her neck; only then would she let herself drift off.
On occasion, it was even a little uncomfortable because it meant that the blanket would try to creep its way up to his chin as well, and that was not how he liked his blankets. But he usually just tried to maneuver into a comfortable arrangement while still keeping an arm around the cocoon of blankets beside him that held his girlfriend.
At first, Heiji assumed it to be just a habit, although an extremely odd one. But eventually, curiosity got the best of him, and he asked if there was some reason behind it. To his surprise, there was.
Kazuha blushed a little, but told him that she had watched a vampire move as a child. And it had scared her enough to give her nightmares. At some point, she had happened upon a rather silly idea: if the vampires couldn’t see her neck, they couldn’t bite it, right? So she would sleep with the blankets pulled up to her chin to protect herself from things that would bite in the night. Eventually, it just became a habit, and she never saw a reason to break it.
Heiji couldn’t help but laugh. And the following night, he made sure she was tucked in just right.
Heiji liked back massages.
That in and of itself wasn’t really a newsflash to her, as she had given him backrubs here and there with some frequency. When he was working or worried or nervous or upset, the tension went straight to his shoulders and neck. The massages were usually quick, tackling the biggest knots only.
It was one night after a particularly tough case, when he came home tense enough that he could barely move, that she noticed something. He was sprawled on his stomach on the floor, with her straddling his back and working the knots and kinks out of the muscles as a movie played in the background. The scene was intimate and comfortable and relaxed.
As Kazuha kneaded a tense spot in his upper arm, she felt something move under her leg. She frowned, shrugged it off, and went back to what she was doing, only to feel that same odd movement again. It almost felt like something was twitching. On a whim, she pressed that same spot.
This time, Heiji let out a soft yelp and asked her to stop that.
Kazuha couldn’t help but giggle. Apparently pressing that spot on Heiji’s back made a muscle in his leg twitch? Well, if that wasn’t just the strangest thing…chuckling to herself, she gave him another poke there and listened to him curse under his breath before she went about business as usual.
It was the little things, the tiny quirks and the odd habits that one would not see unless one was there at the right moments—the private moments hidden from the rest of the world.
How Kazuha would always tilt her head to the left while brushing her hair, yet tilt her head to the right while brushing her teeth.
How Heiji would always put his toothbrush on the left side of the sink, and panic if it was moved.
How Kazuha would lay out an outfit for the following day before going to bed at night, and then awaken the next morning and loudly ask herself what she had been thinking and choose something else.
How Heiji would shake the orange juice exactly six times before pouring a glass to drink.
Such were the things that kept their relationship interesting. Even though they had known each other for their entire lives, there were always new things for them to learn about each other.
PS. This was supposed to be longer, but the plunnie decided to run away from home before I could get any further. I sort of hate to say it, but there is only one more Apartment fic after this one. The finale of the series, as it were. Hope you’ll tune in. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!