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calxide · 2 years

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pairing: kazuha x reader

warning/s: no pronouns used for reader, one-sided pining, mild angst (you might need to squint), lowkey self-indulgent fic, lmk if i missed something

word count: 784 words

NOTE i was listening to joshua's cover of 'double take' on loop then decided to write something to pass time. i just can't take kazuha out of my mind these days hnggghhh. anyways, have fun boring yourself with this drabble as we wait for genshin's maintenance to finish lol <3 (this has been sitting pretty in my drafts for a while now and i didn't proofread this properly sigh) ✧ good luck to everyone pulling for kazuha! 🍃 might turn this to an smau, who knows

EDIT ok, so i made an smau based on this. feel free to check it out! <3 [MIXED SIGNALS MASTERLIST]

KAZUHA didn't mean to fall in love with his friend. He deeply swore in his heart, when you two had first met, that he would never ever catch feelings for you. But it's funny how life works like that sometimes, isn't it? The past months had passed by quickly. After certain twists of events, you and Kazuha found yourselves spending a lot of time together, even forgetting about the existence of your other friends. The time spent together wasn't wasted away either; Kazuha learned more things about you in those months than he knew before, but it was all good. You'd started spending more time together, getting together on weekends, or simply hanging out on the roads in Inazuma. The only thing was that he had been falling head over heels for his best friend, you.

And as much as he tried to resist it, he couldn't keep himself away from you. It was as if your presence was contagious; even if you two are not together at the moment, he still found ways to think about you. Every night, his mind was filled with thoughts about you. And there was no way he could tell you about his feelings unless he wanted to risk losing you.

He once promised that you two would be friends forever. Would confessing his love for you break that silly little promise you two made before? He wanted to tell the entire world just how much perfect you are. How much he loves, adores, and admires you. You may have flaws, but that was what completed you as a person. He always felt comfortable when he was with you.

He felt a confusing switch in his heart the moment he fell for you. It was when he saw you differently; that he wanted to be more than friends with you. It was scary. His emotions are going to consume him one day, and he doesn't know if you'll still be by his side when that happens. So, he tried to distract himself. By doing anything, but thinking about you. He'd start conversations with others, pretend to be interested in their stories, anything to avoid his stupid feelings.

But he sees no one but you. Even if you are lost in the crowd, he'd be the first one to see you. When he's with you, he always tries his hardest to remember everything about your presence. If you are feeling down or sick, he'd be the first one to notice and take care of you. Even in his dreams, he sees your sweet and soft smile that makes his heart melt every single time. Whenever he looks into your eyes, he feels his heart beating fast. He was absolutely horrendously in love with you.

Sometimes, he wonders if you ever feel the same about him. Do you? He doesn't know, and he's not going to do anything about it, he decided. He wouldn't want to ruin the friendship he has with you. Not when he could be having this amazing friendship with you. If it is meant to be, then they will come eventually.

He hated how he strongly believed that if you two are meant to be together, then the universe will send him a sign. But no sign came. It felt as if fate was playing with him.

He would be using the time he has in his hands to write poems, letters, and even songs about you. He would dedicate them to you in the hope that maybe someday, you'll read them. He hoped he could show you how much you mean to him. He also wishes he could say what he has been wanting to tell you since the beginning. He wished you could reciprocate those feelings he has. But the chances of that happening seemed slim.

He wanted to spend his entire life with you. There was nothing better than being by your side, he thought. No matter how hard it got, he would wait for you. Because you're worth it. No one could compare to you. But he knew that it won't happen. So instead, he decides to cherish the moments he spent with you. He'll treasure these memories until the very end.

He wanted to be by your side forever, even if you two are not romantically linked together.

Can you sense the signs that he's sending you? He wonders.

Do you feel the love he's giving you? That one question sends shivers down his spine.

If so, does he have a chance? He hopes.

Kazuha doesn't know and will never know the answer to such questions.

But deep down, he knows that he wants to ask you the truth one day.

#genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin x gn reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x y/n #kazuha x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin angst #genshin drabbles #kazuha drabbles #✍ー rein writes

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mintchocolateleaves · 6 years

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Cost of Freedom (34/52)

Summary: In which Shinichi heads to Kyoto and Aoko heads off to find help.

Notes: A shorter update this time 2k, but important to the fics development. I hope you enjoy it!

[CoF Chapter List]

“What do you mean, the person who framed Shinichi?”

Saguru leans forward, raises a hand to make his point but shakes his head. He glances at the door, waits until Ran takes a step inside and closes it. There’s a jittery energy to him from his sleep deprivation and Ran doesn’t know whether to trust what he’s saying or to blame it on the lack of sleep.

No blind faith, she decides. She’ll just have to wait for the proof.

“Exactly that,” Hakuba says, stifling a yawn. “I found the person who did it. Well, a name anyway.”

Ran pauses, stands awkwardly by his door as Saguru makes his way towards the files pinned to his wall, untacks one of the pins as he grabs the paper. It’s rumpled as he brings it towards her, and places it on the wall temporarily to try and rub the creases out.

“Saguru-kun?”

“It’s fine,” Saguru says, turning back. He makes his way towards her, passes the paper over to her. “Look at this.”

It’s a list of names. One of the names is circled in red pen, an erratic circle that looks more like a scribble than an identifying mark.

“…Ogami Shukuzen? Isn’t he a famous detective?”

Saguru nods. He says, “I was looking at all the lists that could help us. There were three – one of the people who worked Kudo’s case originally. Another for those who knew about Kudo and Kuroba’s escape before it was leaked to the media – and the final one: those who knew Numabuchi was going to be moved the day he was murdered.”

Ran tilts her head, “isn’t there a chance that as a famous detective he could have been called in to help?”

Saguru takes a step backward, runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head. “No chance. He’s dead after all. Someone's using his name to get those lists.”

Well… that doesn’t exactly make much sense. Ran might not be as knowledgeable as Saguru or Shinichi on how police procedure works, but she does know that credentials are pulled from the system following a death. It had never been in the newspapers either…

“That’s not possible…” Ran mutters, because within all reason, it shouldn’t be. There’s a way these things work, and even though it’s been skewed in Shinichi’s case, there’s always some sort of system in place… right? “It would have made the news…”

Saguru crosses his arms. Shakes his head.

“No,” he says, “he’s definitely dead. Kudo and I were both invited to a gathering of detectives, and were present when he died. He was poisoned by one of the detectives present and we managed to catch her...”

“But the news.” Ran says, repeating the words to try and emphasise her points more. “Why wouldn’t they broadcast that?”

Saguru pauses, tilts his head. “The police asked us to stay quiet about the murder. So the detective present kept their silence, promised not to bring it up to the media or… Only a few people know about his death.”

Now it makes a little more sense – but who would be able to keep a murder like this from the police? Out of police files at least?

“It was someone who was there,” Ran says now, coming to such a conclusion. “Someone present at that crime scene covered it up and made sure it never reached the police station’s files.”

Saguru nods. “His file says that he’s alive, but Kudo and I know he’s not… This thing has been following him a lot longer than the serial murders, it predates it by at least two months…”

There’s a shiver at that. To think Shinichi had been a victim to whoever is playing the role of Ogami Shukuzen… it’s not a nice feeling at all. And to further think that that person has been watching over Shinichi far longer than they’d ever expected…

“We find the person who’s pretending to be Ogami Shukuzen and then we find our murderer.”

After spending so long musing over the same old files, it feels good to finally reach some headway. Except, looking at Saguru’s pallid demeanour, Ran can’t help but feel like they’ve taken a step back too.

Shinichi’s heart feels like it might give out.

Hattori drives him to the train station, so he can make his way to Kyoto, but the Osakan can’t stay long. He’s more popular in Osaka than Tokyo, people notice him, their eyes lingering on his form when he stands by his motorbike.

Just standing near Hattori is a risk. Shinichi knows that, so he tries to keep the goodbye short.

“You’ve got a phone,” Hattori says now, nodding his head. “And ya know my number so we don’t need t’ put it into th’ contacts list.”

Shinichi nods, pulls down on the cap he’s wearing and tightens the straps on his backpack. There’s enough money inside to supply a stay in Kyoto, and while he knows he’ll be back within a week – if everything goes well – he’s got enough for longer if necessary.

Kaito’s safe house had supplied enough cash for that.

“I know,” Shinichi says, lifts his hand up to dig fingernails into his neck. Hattori’s worried expression makes him freeze before he can, dropping his hand almost immediately. “I’ll send ongoing evidence to you, in case…”

In case this really is a trap.

Hattori winces, the words lingering between them. He says, “come back, or else I’ll have t’ drag ya back myself.”

They can’t go into anything more than that, Shinichi knows. There’s too big a risk – Kazuha had been right when she’d called him out for putting him in danger, he can’t do that again. It’s not fair. Not to Hattori, not to her…

Plus – isn’t seeing what happened to Kaito enough? Shouldn’t he know that it’s too dangerous to include Hattori in anything else?

Even sending the evidence towards the Osakan is too dangerous. And yet… it’s possibly the only way.

“I’ve got to go…” Shinichi mutters, turning away. He scratches at his wrist now, instead of his neck, attempts to rid himself of the unease building in his stomach. Not that he’ll be able to – the train ride to Kyoto will be an hour of hoping he doesn’t get noticed, hoping that no random coincidences will happen during the ride.

He really wishes Kaito were with him. At least his experience with KID would have helped him blend in. Instead, Shinichi is completely on his own.

“Promise you’ll be ok,” Hattori mutters, biting into his lip. There’s some underlying emotion there, something Shinichi doesn’t know how to read into. Can’t read into. “Kazuha an’ I don’t wanna have to patch you up again.”

His neck…

“I’ll be fine,” Shinichi lies. He turns away before Hattori can read into his emotions anymore. He forces his hands down, doesn’t raise them up; Up to the noose that has been coiled around his neck for months, woven to prick at his skin, tightened until he can’t breathe…

Shinichi wants it off.

“Got to buy a ticket,” he mutters, reminding himself the noose is just a hallucination, something that’s only there because of stress and sleep deprivation. “…to Kyoto.”

“I’m worried abou’ him.”

Kazuha looks up from math equations to see Heiji, hovering at the doorway to her room. He must have let himself in again with the spare key her parents have entrusted him with, his expression too raw to have been hidden away for anyone else to see.

“Of course ya are,” Kazuha mumbles, as she beckons him in, standing to close the door behind him. She can’t close it fully, not without her parents commenting and ordering her to keep the door completely open.

“I jus’,” Heiji shakes his head, collapses onto his bed. “I wish I could’ve gone with ‘im, ya know? But he’s on ‘is own and he’s blamin’ himself for everything and…”

Kazuha takes a seat next to Heiji, abandons her math equations for good, and rubs his arm. It’s a movement she’s always done to calm him when he’s started to worry, and while it doesn’t remove his worries, it eases them, slightly.

Heiji curls into her. Not much, but enough that it’s noticeable.

“He blames himself for th’ shootin’,” Heiji continues, “an’ for leavin’ Kuroba in th’ hospital. How’s he even copin’ with stuff like tha’ running around in his head?”

Kazuha thinks of nails nipping against skin and thinks that he’s not. There’s a lot to worry about in Shinichi’s case, and while she knows now that he’s not a risk to other people – not meaningfully – he is one to himself.

She wishes they could offer him help with that. Even though she doesn’t know the detective that much, Kazuha wants to help. His mental state…

No; she can’t go down that route. Kazuha needs to place her primary focus on Heiji, and think about Shinichi as and when she can. There’s zero point worrying about something she can’t change.

“We can look into stuff he can’t,” Kazuha says after a second, “when he sends information t’ us, we’ll write it down, and keep it safe.”

Heiji doesn’t look pleased by her answer.

But then again, he’s not looked anything but worried since Kuroba was shot – no, before that even. He’s been feeling bad since Numabuchi’s murder. The direct link between him helping Shinichi escape and the murder…

“I…” Heiji sighs, “how does he deal wit’ it Kazuha? It’s tearin’ me apart.”

Kazuha glances down, unable to meet his eyes for a second, because… she doesn’t know. How do they deal with things like this, being linked to murder, being involved in a takedown of a large organisation? Lying to everyone about the fact that they’re assisting a convicted killer who didn’t do it.

“It’s okay,” Kazuha whispers, lifting off one of her legs to wrap her arms around Heiji’s chest. “We’ll figure this out.”

Aoko has maybe two days to get Kaito out of prison before he’s moved. Three tops if the hospital decides he’s not stable enough to be moved.

So that’s how long she’s got to plan.

There’s not enough time to plan something by herself. Not if she wants to factor in every element to a correct standard.

Seeing as she can’t go to her father – he’s too busy standing guard and keeping watch over Kaito between the bursts of paperwork he’s got to fill in – Aoko will have to find someone else. None of her school friends will be good ideas, and seeing as she doesn’t know anyone devious enough to break out of a hospital other than Kaito himself, she’s going to have to go with people she’s not close to.

Jii – Kaito’s friend. The one who worked for Kaito’s father before he died.

From the rough explanation Kaito had given her about KID, she’s pretty sure Jii is the one who’s helped Kaito with heists requiring more than one person. Kaito hadn’t known him before KID had reappeared, had only taken Aoko to his bar afterwards to play pool following his own induction as KID…

So, Aoko’s going to take a leap and decide that Jii is the identity of Kaito’s mystery helper. It’s easy to figure out once she has Kaito’s side of the story, and while she might not have all of it… she’s got more than any others.

If he’ll help Kaito with a heist, then Aoko is certain Jii will help her with a heist of her own. Except, she won’t be stealing a gemstone, she’ll be stealing Kaito from police custody.

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself into the Blue Parrot, the doors of the bar heavy as she pushes through them. Her body feels tense, heavy as she glances at the bartender in front of her. Jii is drying a glass as she walks in, although he places it down as soon as he catches sight of her.

“The bar is currently closed,” Jii says, and then, recognising her. “Aoko-san. It’s been a while…”

Aoko glances around, tries to pull up the courage she’d previously had and stops just beside the bar. She bites her lip, offers the smallest smile and says, “Jii-san, you’ve heard about Kaito?”

Jii does not look happy as he nods.

“The young master was arrested again following a break out,” Jii says, “I don’t think there’s anyone in Japan who hasn’t heard.”

“He was shot,” Aoko continues, and while she’s certain Jii already knows, even if they’ve kept that much out of the media, he still looks faintly surprised. “And Kaito was only shot because he pushed me out of the way.”

“Why are you telling me this, Aoko-san?”

“Because,” she glances away for a second from the older man, bites into her lip. “I know you helped him with heists before. And I need you to help me with my own version of one.”

She looks back at Jii now, is greeted with shock.

“Kaito saved my life,” Aoko says, “and he’s… he wants to find that Pandora gemstone, right? So… I can’t let him go back to prison. So please… will you help me?”

Uncertainty.

As someone who’d brought up her hatred of KID hundreds of times, of course he’d be sceptical. It’d be foolish not to be.

Something to fool him – Aoko’s glad she’d thought this far ahead. She pulls the recently stolen Cullinan diamond from her bag, places it onto the counter for Jii to see.

“Is that?”

Aoko nods. She says, “Kaito placed it in my pocket when he pushed me out of the way. And… I haven’t given it back yet.”

Jii picks up the diamond, appraises it. He says, “it’s the real thing.”

“I know Kaito would want to check it when I got him out,” Aoko whispers, “to see if it’s Pandora.”

Jii glances at her now, and the readiness in his eyes shows that he’s ready to listen. Fully and without restraint.

“Please help me,” Aoko repeats, “I can’t plan these things as good as he can.”

Jii nods.

#I hope you all enjoy where the fic is going!!!#Kudo Shinichi #Hakuba Saguru #Mouri Ran #Hattori Heiji #Toyama Kazuha #Nakamori Aoko #Konosuke Jii #Kuroba Kaito #DCMK #Detective Conan #Magic Kaito #Fic: Cost of Freedom #mywriting

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