adventures of detectives and fighters

motorcycle

Five times Kazuha drives with Heiji on his motorcycle and the one time he drives with Kazuha on hers.

Heiji x Kazuha, mentioned Shinichi x Ran

Warnings: grammar mistakes, (a tad of) swearing, sap.

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first time

Kazuha did her best to not let out a loud scream, which was about to escape her mouth. Instead, she angrily stomped with her right foot on the ground and huffed.

It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining brightly, the wind breezing in a low way and with a temperature that was not too hot, but also not too cold either.

Kazuha was dressed in one of her favourite summer dresses, it was beige with small black flowers on it, black canvas shoes and her backpack filled with all the material she needed for the courses she had today.

She really felt pretty today, but must this fact be the reason she missed the bus? When Kazuha was done tying her hair with her black ribbon, she noticed with horror that she was extremely tardy and the bus would come in five minutes.

And of course, Kazuha had to fill her bag with the materials, needed to search for her purse and had problems getting into her shoes smoothly, yet she still ran to the bus station, as if her life depended on it and also probably could've catchend it.

If the stupid bus driver hadn't decided to leave the station one minute earlier.

Kazuha was hoping that one of the other guests would notice her and help her getting into the bus in time, but that was just wishful thinking.

She looked at her phone. The next bus wouldn't come within the next ten minutes, meaning that she would come late to the lesson and she knew better than to enter a room filled with people who gladly waited for someone doing a mistake, so they could make fun of them.

She groaned again. Kazuha thought about just going to the university on foot- maybe she would manage coming in time, if she ran again- when she noticed someone halting their vehicle next to her. Her head quickly followed the noice becoming silent and she felt her mouth becoming dry.

Sitting on a motorcycle, wearing a leather jacket, a white T-shirt underneath and dark blue jeans, was Heiji Hattori, fellow student of hers.

He put his black helmet off his head and stared at her with narrowed eyebrows. Kazuha hoped, she really hoped, that her cheeks wouldn't betray her and start blushing.

Her friends kept telling her that it was better for her to stay away from him, so Kazuha had no chance but to ogle him from far away. If she already liked his outer appearance she'd caught at a certain distance, seeing him up close was definitely breathtaking.

Dark blue eyes were checking her out and Kazuha was absolutely glad she'd spent the last hour making sure that she looked good today. As if she knew something like this would happen.

"Aren't you the one from our local martial art course and also from literature?"

"Yeah?", she answered, gripping her backpack more tightly. Just why exactly did he stop? He probably needed something from her. "Can I do something for you?"

"No, but I'm certain you're going to be late since the bus already came. Why are you still standing here?"

Kazuha rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Yeah, thank you for stating the obvious. I was just thinking about a way to still make it in time."

"Oh.", he only replied. "Well, how about I drive you to the university? I mean we both have the same lesson now and it probably seems pretty convenient for you."