大同 小異

i’m here but only in my free time.

Even when he’s in his actual body, Heiji is taller. That makes things so hard!

「いいんじゃねーの！！！」

Grabby hands out, Shinichi hopped up. Grinning cheekily.

“Is the stuff inside it that bad? Is that why you’re so adamant on hiding it from me? Mmmm~~~~???” 

        “ NO! ”

Heiji leaned back to avoid Shinichi and unceremoniously fell onto his bed. He broke his fall with one arm and left the other in the air with the scrapbook in hand.

“Five. Four. Three–” he counted down, the other seemed sincere? What?

“ Wait,wait,wait,wait,wait,what!? Whaddya mean y’don’t know me!? Y’ pullin’ my leg or somethin’!? Put the phone down, that ain’t funny! ”

Perhaps he could hear this guy out, on one condition.

“Explain. NOW.” Shinichi demanded, putting his phone inside his hoodie’s front pocket for now. “Don’t leave out a single detail, or I’m immediately reporting this as exactly what it is. A break-in.”

       “ . . . ”

Yowch. This was beginning to sting a bit. He didn’t ask for a Shiragami case flashback but he was sure getting one.

       “ I musta missed out a lot. Does ‘Kudou Shinichi of the east and Hattori Heiji of the west’ ring any bells? If y’ look up my name, there’s an abundance of information readily available to the public. We’ve worked together on numerous cases. I fed you information through my connections in Osaka and helped cover for you in rough patches.

That was the professional side of things. As for the personal? Heiji pulled out his phone. Beeps sounded as he navigated towards his gallery. He had pictures of Shinichi, but most of them were kinda stupid. Candid photos and. silly blackmail photos. Namely of him as ‘Conan’. Certain circumstances meant that having photos of Mr Eastern Detective was probably not a good idea. Dissatisfied tried looking for old messages.

Damn Heiji and his extra 3 cms or whatever! 

Grumbling at his disadvantage, he bounced on his heels, eventually reaching out to the point where he was pressed up against the Osakan. Oh. Oh god.

“Can’t I decide for myself? C’mooooon!”

Shinichi  w a s  awfully close, but Heiji wasn’t about to complain about that in particular. He steadied himself, hitting his leg against his bed in the process. Toughing out the pain, he pretended as if everything was fine.

“Aww, c’mon!”

He seems rather adamant on seeing more, especially the fashion related notes–, now knowing it was made by smol Heiji. 

Getting onto his tippytoes, his fingertips brushed against the book. He held onto Heiji’s shoulder to maintain good balance.

“I’m going to bug you about it forever, Heiji! Let me see what you’ve written down about me, ‘ey?”

        “ Noooo. ”

He stretched his arm, moving onto the tips of his toes to regain his height advantage. He wobbled slightly before finding the right stance for optimum balance.

Heiji’s room is much tidier than Shinichi’s. The Eastern detective often left his clothes lying about, and poor Ran would have to pick them up for him. Yeesh, what a douche. 

“Forget?”

He questioned, blinking.

“You take it out every so often? – Speaking of which, what’s the latest entry?”

Curious Shinichi reached for the book, wanting to see more, now knowing the context.

      「嫌や。」

He raised the book above his head and just beyond Shinichi’s reach.

       “ Less, than every so often. Rarely! I rarely take this thing out. I don’t even remember the date of the last article! As I said, I started this in middle school! ”

Was that at all convincing? Cause god what a big fat lie.

Shinichi laughed, retracting his hand. Dammit, Heiji, you were giving him a heart attack before! 

“Sorry, sorry.”

He apologises quite casually and innocently. Yes, he feels guilty for waltzing into Heiji’s room without permission but… Y’know, he’s a detective. And detectives are always curious.

“I was waiting for you, Heiji. That, and I got curious about what your room looked like.”

Is that… Is that kinda gay or–. 

“As for the book,” He glanced down at the item in Heiji’s hand, “It was under your bed. Sticking out.”

Being nosy came with the territory but considering who these two were, yeah. It could be a little bit gay. Heiji’s room was tidy and well maintained. As well as small and narrow. Beside the daytime view of the garden, the most interesting parts of the room was Heiji’s Kendo gear, tucked away in a corner and some sports trophies. Now that his book had been discovered however, it definitely took the crown for most fascinating conversational piece.

       “ Shit, did I forget to put it away? ”

It was usually better hidden than this.

“Hehhhnnn…”

He flashes the ‘I totally believe you face’, scooting in for an attack. Slinging an arm around the slightly taller one with a grin. Shinichi knows the truth. Or thinks he does. He prods the Osakan’s cheek, snickering now. Books don’t scare Snitchy Cone.

“So your only competition is me, huh? Cooool.”

Please. You’ve only seen 8 pages. But then again… 8 pages might be enough. 

       『当たり前やろ！』 He didn’t even try denying that one. Heiji lowered his arm but the book remained at the ready.        “ Y’think just anybody can match my case solvin’ speed? What about make the exact same deduction and deliver it simultaneously? Factor in our age? Our personal records? ‘Course you were competition! ” He nudged Shinichi with his side.

Phew. What a relief. He could now tell that Heiji didn’t do this out of ill will. He doesn’t look or sound as though he’d be a threat.

…Yeah. Heiji is Heiji. Plus, those notes… Especially the notes about fashion. Would a B.O member write that? No way.

Rubbing the back of his head, Shinichi heaved a deep sigh. He knows when Heiji is serious. He gets all quiet and stern. 

“I didn’t think you were the type to make scrap books, Heiji.”

Trying to lighten up the mood, he’d tease. Tone quite neutral despite his intentions. 

「そんなに俺のことが好きだったの？」

       「チャウ で！！」

How dare he! Horrible! Rude! Heiji was  t h i s  close to smacking him upside the head with his book but reconsidered only because he might damage his hard work. Shinichi wasn’t wrong but who said that he could just call Heiji out like this?

“Only the first few pages,”

He responded reluctantly, voice uncharacteristically soft. Sheesh, he feels like he’s being scolded. Which is perfectly understandable since he basically snooped through Heiji’s stuff–. No respectable man should do that.

Instead of replying to the next question, he fell silent. Then he decided to ask something back.

“So, what exactly is that all about?”

Pointing to the book against Heiji’s chest, he gulped.

“Be honest, Heiji. Just tell me the truth.”

          “ L-look it’s old, andー ”

Heiji took a peek at his first page notes and closed it after assessing the damage. His handwriting had undergone minor changes since back then, but it was clear and easy to read. His notes and recounts were fresh andー Hoo boy. This was gonna be a doozy. Even two or three pages was enough to be incriminating.

       “. . . Now that you’ve seen it, yer not gonna forget about it, huh. . . ”

It wasn’t in Kudou’s character to turn away from something like this. It wasn’t in Heiji’s to shut Kudou out like this. He furrowed his brow and replied in the lowest voice he could muster.

Shinichi: Life without you, bro.

Heiji: Bro.

Kay I mean it goes w/o saying but cause its been like a million years since I was last on this blog I’ll just clarify that this Heiji is like super shipped with @shiaroku‘s shinichi. this is pretty much a single ship blog? In the case of other shinichis or other verses though its like back to usual business of ‘love u bro no homo’, ‘yeah id take a bullet for you’ and ‘kazuha is my gal yo watch this sicc confession- oh wait nvm we got interrupted for the millionth time good shit right there mmm fantastic’.