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i.
the first time haru realised something was off, daisuke had spilled his morning coffee on the elevator floor. it was completely unlike him. so much so that the two of them blinked at each other in abject shock before haru stepped forward and grabbed the handkerchief from the other's pocket. of course he carries one of these. if there was one thing that clung to the very air around daisuke it was excess.
"not only will you order me around like a dog today," he said, sweeping off the stain with the clearly ornate silk, "you'll do it while smelling like coffee too. gross, gross, gross."
daisuke didn't stop him. he just tilted his head to the side and beheld haru's unmasked annoyance. someone was clearly bitter about his promotion to inspector of the entire division.
"you don't like coffee?" he asked, almost confused. haru huffed and placed the pocket square back with a pat. the stain was still lightly visible over the black suit but otherwise unnoticeable. it would be replaced by a designer piece in no time, without a doubt.
"not when it's wafting off people."
daisuke sent a smile his way just as the elevator to their floor, seventh on the Modern Crime Prevention Headquarters, came to a stop with a pronounced ding. they both seemed suddenly aware of their proximity and stepped back before the view of the office opened before them.
"well then. unless you really want to be a well trained police dog why don't you pretend the Coffea arabica emanating off me is unnoticeable for a day, hm?"
daisuke elbowed him lightly as he walked past the doors.
"as long as you don't make that your signature scent like you did with eau de high and mighty. ” haru retorted, “we have a deal."
ii.
a musicians case. they had to decode the notation into hiragana somehow and of course that meant making use of daisuke's foreign bought instrument. haru was sitting rather rudely on the grand piano. he reckoned inspector daisuke would tell him off if he minded but the polished black surface was spacious and he did not utter a word of complaint when haru slung his leg over the corner to make himself at home.
"i've never seen one of these up close before." he said, walking two fingers over the keys closest to him without playing a note.
"do you see anything up close?" daisuke asked as he approached the piano bench and took off his coat. haru stopped what he was doing and looked at daisuke as if in retaliation to his remark, caramelised with sarcasm.
“where i see justice. you see an opportunity to compromise it. and for what? currency?” haru said calmly, “it seems you are the one who isn’t really looking.”
daisuke’s brow twitched. haru did not once take his eyes away. the man before him was all elegance. all class. the stare was intent on the other, and daisuke watched back as he took a seat before an array of ivory.
"will you play for me?" haru asked, voice a whisper, just as daisuke was thinking he might stay silent and simply perceive him for the rest of the night. something he found he would be rather content with strangely enough. he turned to face the keys and placed his fingers in position. as he played, concentrating on the music and flow of the instrument producing a melody, he made a note to learn chopin well enough to look up so he could glance at haru the next time. just to see the look he must be making on his face as he observed him.
iii.
"you idiot! you absolute fool!" daisuke said, pulling haru’s back towards him by the collar. the perp’s bullet barely grazed the other’s cheek when he fell back into daisuke’s arms. it was dark save for a few flickering street lamps but the sight of dripping blood was hard to miss. daisuke could feel his already rapid heartbeat go into overdrive and he dropped to his knees to reach haru’s level.
“it’s okay. it’s okay suke...” he said, biting back his pain with a half smirk. his grip on daisuke’s sleeve was deathly tight yet shaky from exertion. this was obviously no graze from a paintball gun.
“god, you’re a hopeless liar.” daisuke said, brushing the graze with his thumb, “good job with the chase. hq will find him in no time and we got a bullet sample to compare to the other cases to spot a match.”
haru’s shoulders relaxed slightly, relieved. although daisuke could not tell if it was because he had an arm steady behind his back to prevent him from collapsing or because he had put his mind off the chase.
“thank you...”
iv.
he woke up in a hospital gown. haru surveyed his surroundings, vision already beginning to blur. the room looked more like a five star hotel than a ward but it still had the unmistakable smell of antiseptic lingering in the air. the last thing he saw before the blackness took over was a certain silhouette, sleeping peacefully with a hand firmly, protectively, on his own by the bedside.
v.
“no report?! what the hell, suke. im pretty sure this is unconstitutional.”
“everything rich people do is unconstitutional.” daisuke said, taking a whiff of his cigar and waving a hundred us dollars under haru’s nose, “the power this piece of paper holds always triumphs, remember?”
haru slapped his hand away. they had been arguing for half and hour and the atmosphere in the room was tense. daisuke could have sworn shinnosuke had gulped nervously from the desk next to haru’s.
“besides we are the law. constitution, smonshtitution. don’t you think we’re using our power for good?”
haru narrowed his eyes.
“it’s people like you that make me doubt that.”
daisuke watched as haru stood up, threw the report form in his face and slammed the door behind him as he left the division office. as the papers around him fell to the ground, the only sound left on the floor was deafening silence and the weight of the entire office’s eyes trained on his back.
“oh boy. try fixing that one with big bucks.” shinnosuke said, turning back to his computer, countenance reserved.
vi.
the first time they kissed, haru had daisuke’s back pressed into the record room wall. they had exchanged casual touches ever since they had been forced to partner together. but on this day in particular, haru was convinced daisuke was trying to drive him crazy. first, there was the lingering glances at his lips when he talked, the almost-caress when he handed him the archives he asked for and finally, the attempt to get all up in his personal space to fix his signature messy tie. it made something in haru’s chest twist despite the fact that he was still angry. when they stood in between the walls upon walls of the secluded record room’s archives to find a case file, that was when haru had had it. daisuke had opened a manila folder and was reading intently while biting his bottom lip in concentration. he flipped past the pages with those pretty hands of his and haru tapped his foot impatiently, realising he would rather have those fingers fisted in his hair. he thought back to the time daisuke had been so gentle with him after the bullet graze and longed for the touch again. he would still fight. they would still fight. to the death. haru concluded that meant he could not ask nicely. so he pushed. and he kissed. no, bit. and just as daisuke had recovered from the shock of the matter, he smiled, ran his fingers through haru’s hair and bit back.
vii.
“i can’t believe i have the most powerful man in japan’s face in between my hands.” haru said, squeezing daisuke’s cheeks together lightly and grinning at the resultant funny face.
“am noht powahful. am rish.” he said, unable to speak clearly which prompted another bout of laughter from haru. he was lying on the couch at his place, daisuke splayed out over him after their long work day. lazy evenings were always best spent together and they’d begun to do this more often. even before the kiss in the archives which haru still couldn’t believe he had initiated towards the brink of his delirium.
“same thing. besides, you’re a detective just like me now and even i admit that comes with power. im not even rish .” he said, imitating daisuke towards the end playfully.
“okay, okay. you have the most powerful man in japan’s face between your hands.” daisuke surrendered, leaning down to give haru a kiss on the cheek, “and i have the most steadfast. the most handsome. the most charismatic.” he said, placing a kiss after each superlative. haru squirmed, turning completely hot in the face.
“hey, i-i’ll take steadfast but you’re definitely the charming one.” he sputtered. daisuke blinked, incredulous, his right hand playing with haru’s brown hair absently.
“hmm now i’m wondering if all this money can buy you a new pair of eyeballs.” he said, shaking his head, “because yours are obviously malfunctioning, you poor thing.”
haru rolled his supposedly malfunctioning eyes and pulled daisuke down to meet their lips and distract himself from the lingering warmth in the ears.
“you did get me to do things i would never have even considered before.” daisuke whispered at his lips, he rose to rest his forehead on the other’s, “maybe it’s you who is the most powerful. in the truest sense of the word.”
“suke...is this about the time you came to me sulking, saying you’d actually fill out the police report and you were sorry for being a class a jerk?” haru asked, incredulous and slightly dizzy with the way his heart felt like it would jump out of his chest.
“after which i established the new board of transparency.” daisuke smirked, “yes and it’s also much more than that.”
haru put his arms around daisuke and pulled him close to his chest. something told him haru understood exactly what he was talking about and the warmth it left him with was priceless.