Coffee (Detective Conan, Heiji/Kazuha, #24)
Title: Coffee
Author: fireblazie
Pairing: Heiji/Kazuha
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #24, good night
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan. Am just borrowing the characters for a bit! While we’re at it, I don’t own Grey’s Anatomy either. (sigh)
Kazuha was dead-effing-exhausted. It seemed like the educational system was personally out for her ass today. It was only lunch time, and yet it felt like she had been trapped in the building for a good week or two. At this point, she had just received a C on an English book report, a D on a chem lab, and about twenty pages worth of trig homework (well, she dearly hoped it wasn’t really twenty pages, but it seemed like it). Her only consolation was the A she’d managed to get on a world history test she’d taken last week, but one A against a C, D, and a mound of homework didn’t exactly cheer her up.
She didn’t even bother asking Heiji for his scores. Knowing him, he’d probably have gotten all A’s. Or even if he hadn’t, he certainly wouldn’t have had a D in anything.
And so that was the mood she was in on this Monday - Monday! It was only Monday! - afternoon, sitting in the cafeteria, staring sourly at her bologna-and-cheese sandwich. Heiji sat across from her, already digging into his own lunch.
After five minutes of silence, the detective glanced up.
“What is it?”
Kazuha snapped out of her daze. “Nothing. I’m just - tired.”
Heiji stared at her. “Yeah. You really need to get some sleep. You look like crap.”
Kazuha glared.
Heiji casually took a sip of his Coke. “What?”
-.-
“Today has been the crappiest day in - in all of history. And let’s face it, history is full of crappy days.” Kazuha was seething as she rampaged down the sidewalk, brandishing her thousand-page-chem textbook at anything that even moved the wrong way. Heiji was used to this sort of thing and was unusually silent, though the Looks he kept sending her way were really quite annoying.
“What?” She demanded.
“Nothing.”
But she wasn’t in the mood for this. He’d been staring at her and throwing her all these Looks and it was just downright unnerving and by hook or crook, she was going to have an answer now.
“You don’t just look at someone for no reason, okay? And you have been looking at me all day. What is it?”
“Well - you do look like crap.”
Kazuha glowered. “Well, it’s been a crappy day.”
Heiji eyed her thoughtfully. “Why?”
Wrong question. Kazuha then proceeded to launch into an extremely wordy rant about exactly why her day was so incredibly “crappy.”
“ - and then at the end of it, that idiot, who for some god-only-knows-reason is riding on a cow, came out -“
Heiji stared.
“ - and then later on, decides to ambush me with a freaking fork -“
Heiji continued to stare.
“ - so basically, I had no choice but to stab the moron with my chopsticks -“
Heiji murmured, “That’s assault.”
Kazuha paused in her ranting.
“Well - he assaulted you. Your part was just self-defense.” Heiji shrugged.
Kazuha’s eyes went wild - Heiji began to feel just slightly fearful -
“Screw it.” She deflated. “I’m going to go home and sleep.”
“Good night,” he offered, and she shot him a withering glare in reply.
-.-
She ended up staying up until two-thirty A.M. finishing her homework and working on sad attempts at extra credit to raise her grades. Sometimes, she hated the fact that she was such a conscientious student.
-.-
When she got to school in the morning, she sadly reflected on the fact that she’d probably gotten about only four hours of sleep, which most likely wasn’t going to help her in staying awake and paying attention in class.
She hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in ages.
Glancing at the clock at the front of her classroom, she saw that there was about ten minutes to the bell, and maybe if she closed her eyes and put her head down on the desk, she might be able to use those extra ten minutes…
She closed her eyes and imagined a white, fluffy pillow and her dark green, fuzzy blanket…
And inhaled the satisfyingly pleasant smell of coffee.
Her eyes flew open.
Oh, lovely. Was she hallucinating now? She rubbed at her eyes. No. She wasn’t hallucinating. It was real. There was an actual cup of coffee sitting in front of her, on her desk.
She sat up.
Heiji was leaning against her desk, oh-so-casually sipping his own cup of coffee. Kazuha stared at him. He seemed to grow aware of her scrutiny and turned towards her.
“It’s just coffee,” he said, nonchalantly.
Kazuha continued to stare. “…oh.”
He nodded.
Kazuha cleared her throat. “Ah, why?”
“Because you stayed up late again,” Heiji replied, matter-of-factly.
Kazuha, being Kazuha - plus the fact that she was cranky and tired - scowled. “How do you know?”
“Because you didn’t button your shirt up all the way, and that’s a sign that you’re tired. Plus, when I walked in, you had your head down on the desk, most likely to get some extra minutes of sleep, meaning that you obviously didn’t get enough last night. Then there’s also the matter of the dark circles under your eyes.”
“Okay. Okay. Didn’t need a dissertation,” she muttered in reply, fingers wrapping around the warm cup. “Ooh. Starbucks.”
He watched her for awhile, and maybe if Kazuha had paid attention, she would have noticed the concern and possessiveness in his green eyes as he watched her drink the coffee gratefully and almost immediately plop back down on the desk.
“Idiot,” he muttered, but she didn’t hear.
-.-
And at the end of the day, she leaned against the gym door, feeling considerably calmer than she had in ages. Her homework load was lighter today, having spent the entirety of her study hall period working on whatever she could, and to top it all off, she’d brought home a B and an A on two test papers.
Life was getting just a little bit better.
Trying to appear engrossed in her book, she feigned indifference as Heiji walked past her, sweaty from his kendo practice, clutching a wooden sword in his hand. She also tried to ignore the fact that as he strode purposefully towards the boys’ locker room, he had started taking off his shirt.
Kazuha shook her head violently. Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts!
Although, come to think of it, she wondered why he’d decided to go out of his way to buy her coffee that morning. Granted, she hadn’t come to school with him that morning, for she’d had aikido practice, but she knew the route he took to school by heart, and there certainly hadn’t been a Starbucks on the way…
Meaning that he’d most likely had to spend an extra half-hour to go to the nearest Starbucks. Just for her.
Oh.
She blinked, wondering at the strange sensation bubbling up within her chest.
And found herself standing upright, walking towards the boys’ locker room. She fidgeted nervously outside, watching as the room emptied out. Heiji still remained inside, however, and after waiting for a good six or seven minutes, decided that she ought to just barge in there.
And barge in she did.
Wow.
He was shirtless.
Kazuha gaped. Was this really the same guy she used to take showers with as a kid? (Oh. Shower. Crap. Don’t. Go. There. Too. Late. Already. There. AHHHH.)
He turned at the sound of her footsteps, and just… looked at her. With that intense, smoldering gaze of his.
She somehow found her voice. “Thanks for the coffee…” Still, unable to break away from his eyes.
In a fluid motion, he crossed the room and was now standing directly in front of her. She had only a split second to register his proximity before her lips were captured by his and he proceeded to kiss her. Thoroughly.
They broke apart.
“You’re welcome,” he said.
FIN -
Couple of notes - firstly, this entire thing was totally inspired and somewhat based on the oh-so-famous Burke/Cristina “coffee scene” from Grey’s Anatomy (yes, that show is slowly taking over my life...) So any lines that you may recognize from that show - well, they’re not mine. Sadly.
This one is for Candyland. Seriously - your 40 Nights and 30 Hugs are what keep me going. Thank you!
Author: fireblazie
Pairing: Heiji/Kazuha
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #24, good night
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan. Am just borrowing the characters for a bit! While we’re at it, I don’t own Grey’s Anatomy either. (sigh)
Kazuha was dead-effing-exhausted. It seemed like the educational system was personally out for her ass today. It was only lunch time, and yet it felt like she had been trapped in the building for a good week or two. At this point, she had just received a C on an English book report, a D on a chem lab, and about twenty pages worth of trig homework (well, she dearly hoped it wasn’t really twenty pages, but it seemed like it). Her only consolation was the A she’d managed to get on a world history test she’d taken last week, but one A against a C, D, and a mound of homework didn’t exactly cheer her up.
She didn’t even bother asking Heiji for his scores. Knowing him, he’d probably have gotten all A’s. Or even if he hadn’t, he certainly wouldn’t have had a D in anything.
And so that was the mood she was in on this Monday - Monday! It was only Monday! - afternoon, sitting in the cafeteria, staring sourly at her bologna-and-cheese sandwich. Heiji sat across from her, already digging into his own lunch.
After five minutes of silence, the detective glanced up.
“What is it?”
Kazuha snapped out of her daze. “Nothing. I’m just - tired.”
Heiji stared at her. “Yeah. You really need to get some sleep. You look like crap.”
Kazuha glared.
Heiji casually took a sip of his Coke. “What?”
-.-
“Today has been the crappiest day in - in all of history. And let’s face it, history is full of crappy days.” Kazuha was seething as she rampaged down the sidewalk, brandishing her thousand-page-chem textbook at anything that even moved the wrong way. Heiji was used to this sort of thing and was unusually silent, though the Looks he kept sending her way were really quite annoying.
“What?” She demanded.
“Nothing.”
But she wasn’t in the mood for this. He’d been staring at her and throwing her all these Looks and it was just downright unnerving and by hook or crook, she was going to have an answer now.
“You don’t just look at someone for no reason, okay? And you have been looking at me all day. What is it?”
“Well - you do look like crap.”
Kazuha glowered. “Well, it’s been a crappy day.”
Heiji eyed her thoughtfully. “Why?”
Wrong question. Kazuha then proceeded to launch into an extremely wordy rant about exactly why her day was so incredibly “crappy.”
“ - and then at the end of it, that idiot, who for some god-only-knows-reason is riding on a cow, came out -“
Heiji stared.
“ - and then later on, decides to ambush me with a freaking fork -“
Heiji continued to stare.
“ - so basically, I had no choice but to stab the moron with my chopsticks -“
Heiji murmured, “That’s assault.”
Kazuha paused in her ranting.
“Well - he assaulted you. Your part was just self-defense.” Heiji shrugged.
Kazuha’s eyes went wild - Heiji began to feel just slightly fearful -
“Screw it.” She deflated. “I’m going to go home and sleep.”
“Good night,” he offered, and she shot him a withering glare in reply.
-.-
She ended up staying up until two-thirty A.M. finishing her homework and working on sad attempts at extra credit to raise her grades. Sometimes, she hated the fact that she was such a conscientious student.
-.-
When she got to school in the morning, she sadly reflected on the fact that she’d probably gotten about only four hours of sleep, which most likely wasn’t going to help her in staying awake and paying attention in class.
She hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in ages.
Glancing at the clock at the front of her classroom, she saw that there was about ten minutes to the bell, and maybe if she closed her eyes and put her head down on the desk, she might be able to use those extra ten minutes…
She closed her eyes and imagined a white, fluffy pillow and her dark green, fuzzy blanket…
And inhaled the satisfyingly pleasant smell of coffee.
Her eyes flew open.
Oh, lovely. Was she hallucinating now? She rubbed at her eyes. No. She wasn’t hallucinating. It was real. There was an actual cup of coffee sitting in front of her, on her desk.
She sat up.
Heiji was leaning against her desk, oh-so-casually sipping his own cup of coffee. Kazuha stared at him. He seemed to grow aware of her scrutiny and turned towards her.
“It’s just coffee,” he said, nonchalantly.
Kazuha continued to stare. “…oh.”
He nodded.
Kazuha cleared her throat. “Ah, why?”
“Because you stayed up late again,” Heiji replied, matter-of-factly.
Kazuha, being Kazuha - plus the fact that she was cranky and tired - scowled. “How do you know?”
“Because you didn’t button your shirt up all the way, and that’s a sign that you’re tired. Plus, when I walked in, you had your head down on the desk, most likely to get some extra minutes of sleep, meaning that you obviously didn’t get enough last night. Then there’s also the matter of the dark circles under your eyes.”
“Okay. Okay. Didn’t need a dissertation,” she muttered in reply, fingers wrapping around the warm cup. “Ooh. Starbucks.”
He watched her for awhile, and maybe if Kazuha had paid attention, she would have noticed the concern and possessiveness in his green eyes as he watched her drink the coffee gratefully and almost immediately plop back down on the desk.
“Idiot,” he muttered, but she didn’t hear.
-.-
And at the end of the day, she leaned against the gym door, feeling considerably calmer than she had in ages. Her homework load was lighter today, having spent the entirety of her study hall period working on whatever she could, and to top it all off, she’d brought home a B and an A on two test papers.
Life was getting just a little bit better.
Trying to appear engrossed in her book, she feigned indifference as Heiji walked past her, sweaty from his kendo practice, clutching a wooden sword in his hand. She also tried to ignore the fact that as he strode purposefully towards the boys’ locker room, he had started taking off his shirt.
Kazuha shook her head violently. Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts!
Although, come to think of it, she wondered why he’d decided to go out of his way to buy her coffee that morning. Granted, she hadn’t come to school with him that morning, for she’d had aikido practice, but she knew the route he took to school by heart, and there certainly hadn’t been a Starbucks on the way…
Meaning that he’d most likely had to spend an extra half-hour to go to the nearest Starbucks. Just for her.
Oh.
She blinked, wondering at the strange sensation bubbling up within her chest.
And found herself standing upright, walking towards the boys’ locker room. She fidgeted nervously outside, watching as the room emptied out. Heiji still remained inside, however, and after waiting for a good six or seven minutes, decided that she ought to just barge in there.
And barge in she did.
Wow.
He was shirtless.
Kazuha gaped. Was this really the same guy she used to take showers with as a kid? (Oh. Shower. Crap. Don’t. Go. There. Too. Late. Already. There. AHHHH.)
He turned at the sound of her footsteps, and just… looked at her. With that intense, smoldering gaze of his.
She somehow found her voice. “Thanks for the coffee…” Still, unable to break away from his eyes.
In a fluid motion, he crossed the room and was now standing directly in front of her. She had only a split second to register his proximity before her lips were captured by his and he proceeded to kiss her. Thoroughly.
They broke apart.
“You’re welcome,” he said.
FIN -
Couple of notes - firstly, this entire thing was totally inspired and somewhat based on the oh-so-famous Burke/Cristina “coffee scene” from Grey’s Anatomy (yes, that show is slowly taking over my life...) So any lines that you may recognize from that show - well, they’re not mine. Sadly.
This one is for Candyland. Seriously - your 40 Nights and 30 Hugs are what keep me going. Thank you!