#defectiveprince

It wasn’t until the young man had stepped into his office that Maruki even remembered. How embarrassing! The very first appointment with a new client and he had forgotten about it! Entirely! Only a few months into this new office, and he already forgotten one of his first new patients!

“That was today..! Oh no! Please, please sit down, I’ll get everything ready. It won’t take long I promise.”

Scrambling to gather the paperwork necessary for someone’s first session, and an unlabeled folder no less, Takuto bent down and rifled through the drawers of his desk. To make matters worse, the very moment he managed to find both of these very necessary tools, the most necessary tool of them all was dropped beneath his desk, itself! The pen-...! It must have fallen out of his pocket.  So now, on the very first session, with this brand new patient, in his pretty new office, Takuto Maruki was down on all four’s trying to reach the only pen he knew still had ink in it.

“Don’t mind me-...I’m juuuuust... about-...”

With a loud THUNK, the good doctor stopped talking altogether. It seemed that there would be no end to today’s embarrassments, as his head smacked painfully (and loudly!) against the underneath of his desk when he tried to stand.

A moment or two ticked before he finally climbed up his chair and finally met the young man face to reddened face with everything ready.

Her arms stay wrapped around the teenager even after he had expressed that he had been surprised. She was just as much an anti-fan of sudden affection from strangers....Yet she was complied to hug the boy.

Everything about him reminded her of her own son....

The very first time she had met her phone friend official had been a shock.

Truly.

She slowly loosens her arms around him before giving him a weak smile, “I’m sorry....I’m sure it was a surprise. I apologize.” Sayaka doesn’t let him go completely, but her arms are loose enough for him to step out of her hug.

It was an impulsive thing to do. Yet Akira was always curious about the detective idol's hair.

¥ ∫∫ it had been a long and harrowing couple of weeks since his faked death, but finally kunikazu felt safe to come out in public again.  his beard had grown a little past stubble, but it still stayed short and well-trimmed.  his hair was long enough to put in a ponytail, and it did change the way he looked significantly.  he wore a much more casual outfit, a dark blue turtleneck, jeans ( oh, he hadn’t worn jeans in years ), and a dull grey overcoat.  in short, he looked haggard, but normal.

       he and his possible “partner” were anything but normal.  the effects of his changed heart still weighed heavily on him, and his face set in grim determination as he entered the small, cozy-looking coffee shop, eyes scanning for the far left corner booth.  he spied a fluffy head of brown hair and memorable reddish-brown eyes set in a youthful face.  he made his way over, sitting down with his hands folded.  it is a small moment before he speaks.