The Black Fox (Shinichi X Reader)

High As a Kite

I LIVE!

So, my bad for taking so long to update. I'm now disabled XD! I was officially diagnosed with several chronic conditions that won't go away, but at least now I know what to do with them! The ridiculously long delay is due to learning to manage my symptoms, and physical therapy. But, it's now at the point where I can do some of my daily physical therapy while writing some! As such, my writing style may have changed a bit, so I hope it won't be too much of a bother.

On a more serious note, don't ignore symptoms you have just cause it's "normal for you". Invisible disabilities suck, but if you can learn how to deal with it, it will improve your quality of life! Also, always respect others, you never know what they're dealing with. I've been blown away at the amount of people who assume I'm faking/not trying hard enough when I use my mobility aids. I've had people try to take my mobility aids because "they need it more", and been told to "get up and walk" so much that it's left a foul taste in my mouth. So, always be respectful, and don't judge a book by it's cover.

Anyways, on with the story!!!

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You yawned, as you lounged in your seat. Class was over. The teacher had gone to the staff room, and all the kids had left. The brats and Haibara had been assigned cleaning duty-- and would be in charge of it for the week. Today you were counting one more to "the brats". Conan balanced on a chair while he cleaned the windows. 

"You missed a spot."

Conan glanced over his shoulder and glowered at you. "Are you going to keep nitpicking?"

"Well, you're the one that made me stick around here, but won't let me help." You huffed. You crossed your arms to emphasize your point and winced as your arms pressed into the stitches across your stomach.

"You're still hurt." Haibara hummed, as she passed you with the mop.

"And you're not supposed to be going anywhere on your own." Conan lectured. He went up on his tippy toes, stretching his arm above his head in an attempt to reach the top of the window.

You smirked. "Timber."

Your words psyched him out. The chair that was perfectly stable, began to rock, as he tried to 'catch' himself. "Ah...Ahhh...Agh." Conan shouted, as the chair tipped, and he crashed to the ground. The washrag fell on his face, hiding the glare he was shooting at you.

You burst into laughter, that quickly turned into winces. "Don't make me laugh, it hurts." You whined.

"You're the one that made me fall." Conan grumbled, as he pushed himself up.

"I didn't make you do anything, that was completely in your control." You stuck your tongue out at him. He clenched the rag, and you could tell he wanted nothing more than to throw it at your face, but he took a deep breath, and returned to his work. You pouted. He's no fun. 

It took them another ten minutes to finish cleaning up and return the cleaning supplies to the janitor closet. The kids chattered while you made your way down to the lockers. You walked behind them at your own pace. To your surprise, Conan didn't go down the row for their lockers. Instead, he walked just ahead of you, and entered your row. He opened your locker and pulled out your shoes. You stared at him in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"Helping."

"Why?"

"Do I need a reason?"

You squinted at him. "Do you have a foot thing?"