#bittermachine

[ Oh gosh thank ya <3 hope you have a good day too!!]

「    Yes, thank you for your input. Again. He buries his face into the sheets and pillow one last time before pushing himself up to sit, a tired groan. ‘ Can I get one morning kiss now and one after I’ve gotten ready... ? ’ he thinks whilst rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand, unaware that he’s saying this out loud and not in his thoughts.    」

//hugs back. thank you, tomiko. i’m at least not as numb or angry as i was before, so maybe that’s an improvement.

I’ve never known anybody to DELIBERATELY leave an umbrella behind for somebody else who needs it, but it does seem to be generally accepted that if you forget your umbrella somewhere public and it starts to rain, it’s gone. Somebody took it. Haste ye to 7/11 to get a new one because that one ain’t coming back.

Big eyes, a more forceful prodding, and once again: “More.”

The next day, Hakuba approaches him with a darkened gaze at the end of classes, and simply demands, “Where is it?”

It wasn’t that Saguru actually thought Hattori to be a bad detective, or even a bad person. It wasn’t so much about quality of character or ability as it was quality of voice. When one relies so heavily on hearing, a grating voice or strong accent can make or break the perception.

He’s in the middle of thinking this when--”Ah, Hakuba-kun,” Shinichi begins, and before he turns to face him a sharp pain stabs at the small of his back.