#shinkid

Kaito liked being caught.

Crucially, however, Kaito didn't know he liked being caught. Obviously. The only ones who've tried were after KID, and KID has a strict 'no-getting-caught' policy. As it stands, all his Taskforce and detectives can do is graze the end of his cape as he saunters away... and that's because he's letting them. Something something carrot and stick.

Hence why, when Kudou motherfucking Shinichi somehow, someway, manages to kabedon Kaito to the wall and put handcuffs on his wrists, it takes nearly-visible effort for him to keep KID's Poker Face intact.

"Give it up, KID." Kudou gives him a saucy smirk, smug and self-satisfied. His cheeks are cherry-red with exertion as he pants for breath. "I've caught you now."

The blood rushes to Kaito's nether regions so fast he grows lightheaded. His precious 400 IQ follows and settles in his dick.

"Uh," he replies, unintelligently. "Uhm."

Kudou's face changes. It's fascinating to watch up close, to see those delicate brows furrow in confusion, those lips twist with worry, those eyes sparkle with concern — get yourself together, damn it!

"I mean," he tries to recover. "Uhm." He fails.

"...KID?" Kudou leans closer, gaze searching. Good to know his Poker Face is intact. Bad to know that they're now pressed, quite literally, chest-to-thigh. Really, very bad.

He's pretty sure he's stopped breathing. The handcuffs are quickly warming on his wrists. The handcuffs usually don't stay on long enough to warm on his wrists. His dick tries to perk up more with the valiance of an RPG hero party facing the demon lord. Kudou's face does — something — at his lack of speech and, right, KID ought to give a reply. Appropriately quick-witted, preferably, and suave to boot. Perhaps a comment on their current situation.

"Meitantei, you're..." Okay, strong start. Where are we going with this? "Very, er. Close."

Total fail. Kaito wants to cry. That was neither cool nor KID-like, what the hell!? Is his brain broken? Why won't it work the way he wants it to!?

Kudou arches a fine brow, his plump lips ever-so-lightly pursed as he deduces what he can from Kaito's every action. He feels like an animal getting dissected. You can't rise any further, little Kaito.

Lamentably Finally, Kudou backs away. He opens his mouth to speak, but the newly-freed KID's already fumbling out of his handcuffs and shimmying out of the detective's kabedon. He trips over his own feet, flails for balance, rolls into a sloppy tuck-and-roll to avoid kissing the floor, and stumbles back upright; Kudou's stare burns a hole into his back.

Silence. Blessed silence.

"KID —" "AHAHAHA goodbye Meitantei see you next heist!!"

The sound of an object impacting the ground. Hissing smoke obscures the hallway, and KID's gone the moment Kudou opens his eyes again.

The gem replaces him, sitting innocuously on the floor. Shinichi picks it up with his handkerchief, checks it over for damages, and puts a hand on his chin.