Saiouma! (Detective x Detective AU!)

A sleepover alone.

When we went back to the hotel, Kokichi slammed back on the bed and sighed. "Y'know, Shuichi. If we never met, and I was a crimminal... would you... hate me?"

I thought about it, before facing him. Those purple eyes. Beautiful.

"Well, if Kaito never met Maki, I'm sure he'd feel the same suspicion. But right now, I know and appreciate you as my partner. Well, eventually I will."

He threw a pillow at me, huffing with anger.

I laughed, throwing it back at his face. "Okay okay, I appreciate you!"

Who knew such a happy moment could be ruined. The next morning was tough, Rantaro walking into the Cafe. Maki avoided his glare, and Kaito waved at him. Rantaro sat next to my assistant, sighing.

"So, do we preform an arrest.... or. I mean, the main detective is just standing here." He motioned to me, keeping his hands clasped together.

"No, Ranran. You shouldn't. " Kokichi responded, grabbing his arm.

"You don't know Maki, Kichi." He turned to Kaito, who faced away.

"Do you still love me?" He asked, Maki now listening in.

Kokichi fiddled with his hands, worried. Rantaro stopped for a bit, then watched Maki.

"Not anymore. You two are perfect for eachother. I won't say a word, but don't expect me to be friends. What happened in high school stays that way."

I wasn't expecting much from him anyway. I waited for him to leave, but Kokichi caught him before paparazzi started to show. Or at least, that's what he assumed.

The taller boy leaned down, cupping my assistants face and kissing him. Deep. Kokichi curled under his body, holding him closer. It almost became heated, until Maki coughed loud enough for them to tear away.

At this point, I knew they were dating. Not a hopeful flirting, or best friend fake dating. But straight up.... kissing.

Kaito then motioned to the window, shaking. "T-that isn't paparazzi, right?"

I glanced over, and nearly spat out my tea. It was a girl, likely a fujioshi, hiding in the bushes. She took her picture, and disappeared.

On the way back, I didn't say a word. I was too scared to. Not wanting to jeprodize them.

When we settled in, my uncle turned his phone to my face, showing a news article. It was a picture of Kokichi and Rantaro. Suddenly, all my co-workers and friends started messaging me, asking if I'd seen it.

Past the blur of messages, one was Kokichi. "I'm not coming in tommorow."

I texted back so fast I nearly toppled my phone over. "Is it because of the Rantaro thing?"

"No. He broke up with me tonight."

A string broke in me. I couldn't tell if it was agony, anger, or worse. Suddenly, my hands wrote a whole paragraph. Then I deleted it. Then I decided I'd rather call him, then just leave it there.

At first, he didn't respond. After the third ring, he gave in.

"What."

I could hear the stuffing in his nose, probably in tears.

"K-kokichi! Uhm... hey, listen... I should of warned you because Kaito saw her but she was gone and..."

"It's fine. We weren't dating long anyway. I knew dating a celebrity was trouble."

I twirled my hair, staring up at the roof in my comfortable apartment. I glanced out the window, blasting moonlight over my figure. I turned open the curtains, glancing outside. It started to rain a bit, but I still gathered the courage...

"Y'know what would make you feel better? A sleepover with some pokemon."

The other line went silent, a faint sniffle over over phone. "Okay."

I texted the address just incase, and now I felt like I broke through the boss and his assistant matter. Now, it's like best friends. Being close, helping eachother out. Kokichi deserved it anyway, helping me pick what's right or wrong over morals and justice.

I'm sure if I told my uncle, he'd assume me for a fool and tell me to just arrest her. That bad cases always happen, and theres nothing I could do about it.

I never could do anything. All I could do was find the truth. And Kokichi was a total opposite. Lying and changing the minds of others to his own abode view, ultimately making me admire and appreciate him as a partner... and best friend.

Or I assume best friend. I'm not so sure...

A ring from the door, and Kokichi showed up in cow patterned pajamas. He held up a bag, likely from a nearby gas station.

He pulled out some self cook noodles, some candies, a panta soda, canned ice coffee, onigiri, stuff like that. I didn't mind it, since my fridge was usually just secondary healthy food.

"I didn't know you were such a gamer, Shu!" Kokichi told me, sitting down in front of my switch, which was connected to my tv.

I handed him a pillow to sit on, and I laid in the couch behind. Watching him turn it on, and scroll through my games.

"When I was in high school, I was a huge pokemon nerd. Also loved Kirigiri, high school boy things."

"No way, really? I watch Danganronpa too! But I wasn't a huge fan. I bet we'd be cool buds!"

I imagined an energetic Kokichi, bouncing place to place with gum in his mouth, loudly shouting and pranking tons of students near him.

Me and him talked a bit, near midnight. He started to yawn, stretching and wanting me he might pass out. I ate some junk food, laughing at his jokes. He really wasn't good at pokemon, but I like it.

Finally, he passed out. I carried him on my bed, a smile over my face. I always liked his sleeping expressions. I tucked him into bed, petting his head.

"Thank you, Kokichi."

His hand sleepily met mine, folding it over my thumb. I realized how small they were, and gushed a little.

As karma, I was shoved into the bed, dreaming Kokichi must have noticed. He held my hand more, snuggling into it. A slight snore left him, and I wondered how heavy he'd sleep.

Instead of fighting and potentially waking him, I'd sleep. It was my bed, after all...

And so. My insomnia gave me a break, and I was stuck sleeping while my assistant held my hand, cuddling into me. This is like couple stuff... huh.