#fukanzen

Nothing happens today.

Nothing...happens today...

The weight of his hand settling on her shoulder neither felt too heavy nor too light. Such gestures had only been observed when one person achieved a lofty goal after battling cubersome obstacles, be it with assistance from others or shouldered by one's self. There was nothing of important significance she accomplished as of late, bringing on a bout of confusion for the young detective.

And yet...

The concept of environmental awareness and staying attentive to one's surroundings had all been lost the moment Maruki's expedition team transitioned from grassy, well-traveled knolls into thick, narrow tree lines. Their search took them farther from nearby residential areas, but it's one of the simple joys made for any outdoor hobby. Unique as well, almost like a real life treasure hunt. A map in hand, a compass pointing them in the right direction, a phone held in his other palm flashing a small excerpt about their cache, and an eager sense of adventure guiding them towards the final destination.

Just like pirates! Land...pirates. No bodies of water involved.

"C'mon, Tetsu, you can't be complaining about being lost already." It'd only been an hour since their departure from his dorm yet with the day's blistering heat already in full force, exhaustion held an advantage for those too sensitive or too underfit for handling such temperatures. Good on Maruki for packing extra water bottles in his backpack, and plenty of snacks too. "It shouldn't be too far now that we made it into the trees. Plus, we'll have a bit more shade to keep us cool." A momentary respite ended abruptly with their ever-so fearless leader stepping into taller grass, crunching on any dead leaves in their path.

He should have expected this. On one hand, putting in a valiant effort to extinguish any future hair-play attempts garnered a small amount of admiration from the thief. Yet on the other hand, Akechi understood how much of a stubborn ass Akira can be. He should have, at least. Unfortunately for the ever insightful, all-knowing great Detective Prince, futility fell on his side.

Soft brown locks combed through Akira's fingers, his pointer taking a few strands and curling them just around the tip. Short hair, long hair, the length wouldn't matter so long as Akechi maintained his overall hygiene and proper haircare. That's Akira's most important concern. "Uh ooohhhhhhh, not my lice! Not the attic trash's brand of parasitic hair bugs!" Of course he played the theatrics up. Akechi gave him too much of an opportunity just by allowing his hands another free roam through his most recent, fresh cut. "You know what that means then~? All this luscious, healthy, and beautiful hair-" Strand by strand, he held small clumps between his fingers right in front of dark crimson eyes, only to playfully toss them in the other's face at his immediate outburst.

"Soon I will be able to achieve a high-definition, three dimensional appearance others, including yourself Akechi-kun, will certainly ogle over."