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Shinichi was in a bad mood. Not only was it yet another Christmas Eve that his parents were in another country for, it was below freezing and he had just finished solving his most recent case (some lady killed her husband with cyanide laced popcorn during a movie at the theater). He vaguely wished that he could go to a viewing of A Christmas Carol without having to solve a murder at the end. He was over it.
He trudged his way down the now snowy road back to his house. He honestly wanted nothing to do with people at that point. The Suzuki’s were holding their annual Christmas Eve party so he wouldn't have to worry about anyone randomly appearing at his house and ruining his little free time(even though he was expected to attend; he could deal with having to fake sick for a few days to say that he fell ill on the day of and didn’t have time to call). Even Kaitou KID had planned a heist for the night and Shinichi was especially grateful for the lack of random appearances at his house the thief had been making for the last few weeks.
When Shinichi reached his house, he ditched his shoes, started a pot of coffee, grabbed a blanket and a book, and settled down on his couch for a relaxing evening.
Or, that’s what it was supposed to be.
Shinichi was half way through “The Flower of Utah,” his favorite chapter of A Study in Scarlett, when a resounding knock came from his front door.
He huffed as he stood up and set his coffee mug on a coaster on the coffee table. Whoever is at that damn door, Shinichi thought, better have a really good goddamn reason to bother me at- he glanced at his watch- 10:30 on Christmas Eve.
Shinichi opened the door, harsher than necessary, admittedly. He was genuinely confused when the person he had sometimes seen around KID heists, often helping Nakamori-keibu, was standing in front of his door. Shinichi was immediately confused. He had never even seen this man this close before, let alone talked to him after that one time Nakamori attempted to introduce them.
“What the hell do you want?”
The man jerked slightly, surprised. “I thought that maybe something had happened ‘cause you didn’t come to the KID heist, so I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Shinichi looked at the man in confusion, “You mean you didn’t hear? About the movie theater murderer?”
The man scratched his head. “I had, but Nakamori-keibu insisted that I come and check on you. Can’t really ignore a wish of the man that practically raised me.” He glanced to the side. “Especially since we live next to each other and he’d notice if I didn’t come back late enough to actually visit you,” the man mumbled. Shinichi struggled to hold back a slight chuckle at the man’s obvious frustration at this fact
Shinichi gestured inside, “Would you like to come in?”
The man nodded and walked forward into the house far enough for Shinichi to close the door before he took off his shoes and put on an extra pair of slippers that he saw. Shinichi led the other man into the living room in silence. Once he was seated, Shinichi went to pick up his coffee and noticed it was empty. He picked it up and stood, turning to the man, “Would you like some coffee…?”
“Ah, Kaito. And no thank you, coffee isn’t really my thing. Do you have some hot chocolate?”
Shinichi crinkled his brow in thought. If he remembered correctly, his mother tried to keep some in the house for when she would visit; apparently she didn’t understand how he and his father could enjoy “that damn rocket fuel.”
“I’ll have to look, but I should have some. Not sure how high quality it is. My mom is really the only one that drinks it.”
Kaito nodded, “That’s fine. I don’t really care about that kind of thing.”
They both went into the kitchen and, in Shinichi’s case, began to look for the hot chocolate while Kaito poured another cup of coffee for him. Once Shinichi finally found the packets he tossed one onto the counter and pulled out a mug for Kaito. He tore it open and dumped it into the mug, which was quickly followed by milk out of the fridge and it was placed in the microwave. It finished, was mixed, and handed across the counter to Kaito.
Kaito looked down at what was probably the most expensive cup of hot cocoa he had ever had. First of all, it was an extremely expensive brand that he had seen his father buy at some point in France, and, second of all, it was made with milk. He had never been able to just casually use milk like that before and was completely baffled that there were people that made hot chocolate with milk instead of water, like, what the hell, how much money did this kid have at his disposal? Well, of course there was the fact that Shinichi’s parents were a famous actress and author respectfully, and the boy himself was a famous high-school detective, but at that moment Kaito’s brain conveniently forgot that information, leaving him watching the detective’s retreating back in confusion as Shinichi left the kitchen.
Kaito was startled out of his thoughts by a “You coming or what?”
Kaito headed back into the living room to see Shinichi holding the remote control for the TV in one and and his coffee in the other while curled up under the blanket he had seen on the couch earlier.
Shinichi pointed to a blanket on the recliner, “Grab that one and come sit over here.”
Kaito did as he was demanded and settled in on the couch next to the detective.
“Hope a movie is okay, KID.”
Kaito turned to Shinichi with wide eyes, “How did you-”
“You might want to find a better hiding place for the monocle than your back pocket.”
“Ah- yes a- a movie is just fine.” Kaito dug the monocle out of his pocket and placed it on the end table next to him.
As the beginning of The Polar Express started, they both shifted until they were in a comfortable position, and if that position looked just a little too close to a couple cuddling, neither of them dared to mention it.
They fell asleep about the time the children were reaching the pole to meet with Santa. The last thing Kaito can remember is thinking, I knew Nakamori was trying to set me up for a date.
OUTMAKE:
Hakuba approached Kaito at the New Year’s party the Nakamoris were holding.”So, Kuroba. Where did you disappear to after the last KID heist?”
A blush came across the thief's face as he thought about the night that he spent at Shinichi’s house and especially the moment when the detective finally woke up the next morning and stretched after standing up, exposing a small band of skin that Kaito had trouble trying not to stare at. Who would have thought that the detective would be that toned. “No- nowhere. Why do you ask?”
Aoko came up behind him, “Because you didn’t come home until almost noon on Christmas and Aoko was worried so she mentioned it to Hakuba-kun.”
Kaito’s mouth gaped like a thing as he tried to come up with an excuse that didn’t involve anything near the truth.
Akako walked up to them, “He was opening up his heart.”
They all stared at Kaito in shock. Nakamori-keibu, who had been listening into the conversation, smirked, he knew sending Kaito to that teenage-wannabe-detective’s house was a good idea.