#schwords

HELLO ISAT COMMUNITY. IM JOING YOU FASHIONABLY LATE. I WROTE THIS CHARACTER STUDY THING. WILL I WRITE MORE? PROBABLY! ENJOY:

every star is a sun

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66275035

“What’s even up there? All the interesting stuff is down here.”

“There are stars!” And Isa sounds so, so excited to answer with that.

“So?”

This conversation tastes sugar-smoke familiar, but you can’t criticize it. The ache-urge in your chest colored that visceral shade you remember from the copper-caramel taste in your mouth always tries to get you to feel anger, rage, a surefire determination to fix what has gone forgotten, but that’s the shade that drove the King mad, and you don’t want to be some kind of ghost of him—it would be too easy. He reflects you, in your worst moments, but you aren’t allowed to carry glass anymore, so you aren’t allowed to carry him, either.

“Okie-dokes.” Kuroba shakes himself, and then turns to wave at the waiting group of suspects and witnesses with a reassuring smile. They stare blankly at him.

“They’re traumatized, Kaito-san.”

“I know. That’s why I’m being nice.”

Shinichi grabs Kuroba’s jacket and starts yanking him toward the group, ignoring his annoyed muttering. In Kuroba’s defense, he’s very good at looking reassuring. It’s just a lot less effective when he’s standing next to the corpse.

THE FINAL CHAPTER!!!

“Sure. I believe you.”

“Who taught you sarcasm, kiddo, and where can I take lessons?”

Life taught him sarcasm, Kuroba. Life.

Magic really is your only personality trait, huh,” Shinichi muses. “Not true!” Kuroba protests. “I am also charming, witty, handsome, a fantastic swimmer, great at math, and even greater at ice skating.” That last part was a lie. He was joking about the rest, and then he actually started lying. But the strangest thing is that it feels, to Shinichi, like he lied on purpose. Like he knew Shinichi would see through it. Like the lie was part of the joke, too.