Theme: Day Three: Food
Series: Detective Conan
Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Toyama Kazuha
Warnings: This one is weird.
Disclaimer of Evil: I don’t own Detective Conan. All characters and concepts are the sole property of Gosho Aoyama. I merely borrow them and make them my love slaves…ahem.
Our toast, it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl is made of the white maple tree
With the wassail bowl, we’ll drink to thee…
Kazuha stared. She couldn’t help it.
She appreciated wholeheartedly that it was Christmas, and food was a big part of that.
But watching Heiji eat was a decidedly unique experience. For one, conversation (intelligent or not) was not always a guarantee when he was hungry. Until she had seen him do it, she hadn’t believed it was possible for someone to actually inhale a “bite” bigger than their mouth.
It was simple common sense around their family, friends, and classmates: one just did not get between Heiji and his meal. It could potentially be hazardous to one’s health.
So she sat quietly beside him, observing, taking in her own dinner a little more slowly.
On occasion, she wondered how in the world he could eat like that and still stay so thin.
He set his chopsticks down for a moment in favor of the warm mug of cider steaming expectantly beside his plate. It was as he was setting it back down that he noticed the observation, and looked back at her quizzically. “What? Do I have something on my face?”
She shook her head. “No. Just looking.”
The faintest tinge of pink touched his cheeks under her scrutiny, and he cleared his throat nervously before quickly turned back to his heaping plate of food. Kazuha stared for a minute longer. And then she sighed and smiled, turning back to her own servings.
She loved Heiji. She truly did, both as a friend, and on another level that ran far deeper—he knew all of that. It was one of the reasons she was so glad she could be with him on Christmas.
And so she popped another morsel into her mouth, continuing to watch him unobtrusively out of the corner of her eye. He didn’t notice. And she chuckled as he continued to shovel it in.
Heiji. Her fierce, adorable, walking bottomless pit.