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Daisuke is an asshole, but a mega-rich, seriously stupid rich, rich- rich type of asshole. He can literally buy everything and anything he pleases with a snap of his hands covered in fine silk black gloves. With a single glance of his icy blue eyes, men and women alike fall before him.
So when he meets Katou Haru, a rather poor detective with an amusing sense of justice who isn’t fascinated by Daisuke and actively refuses and rejects the multi-billionaire… Daisuke was more than intrigued by this Katou Haru character.
Take now for instance. Daisuke is currently hovering over Haru with mild boredom clear in his face, his icy eyes sweeping over Haru’s adorably messy scrawls and trying to make out exactly what Haru had written, and his lips quirked ever so teasingly.
As if he could feel the other man above him, Haru let out a scowl and snarled unkindly, “Do you need something, Kanbe?”
Daisuke allowed his smirk to grow, because the way Haru speaks is nothing but intriguing. Usually, no one would dare utter such words nor be so brashly rude. But it’s already clear since the first day they met; Haru is not usual and he certainly doesn’t care about Daisuke’s incomprehensibly large bank account.
“No,” Daisuke replied in his husky voice, smooth and authoritative, “I’m just watching.”
“Stop watching, then.” Haru huffed and his eyes bore holes at the paper he’s currently clutching hard.
Daisuke’s smirk almost melted into a fond smile, but he kept it the way it was: condescending and as if he knows everything about the fuming detective before him. “I can’t not look--It’s part of my job.”
Daisuke swore he could hear Haru muttering underneath his breath, about Daisuke not needing a job and not acting the job. Well. Either statements aren’t wrong, per se, but they settled deep in Daisuke’s guts like heavy, rusty iron. Of course he doesn’t need a job. And he knows he’s broken way too many traffic laws, ignored some things, and did some things to be overlooked. But his money made it possible anyway.
Does Haru really think that little of him?
What a ridiculous thing to be upset over.
“Could you not breath so loudly?” Haru turned around to glare at him. “I can’t concentrate.”
It seems he always tries to find a reason to be angry with me, Daisuke notes unimpressed, even when I’m just standing around, doing nothing. Huh...
“Duly noted.” Daisuke said cooly. “It seems you’re simply not mature enough to handle a little bit of noise.”
“WHA-?!” Haru had turned around to glare at Daisuke with fury in his eyes. He stood up quickly, fists balled, but didn’t attack Daisuke.
The entire office is staring at them, waiting for one of them to break the silence and start the fight that surely would’ve given the chief a massive pounding headache and distrust between all the workers. Haru must’ve known that, because he gritted his teeth and visibly swallowed his pride before sitting down.
“Shut up,” Haru bared his pretty teeth, and Daisuke could feel himself being once again fascinated by Haru, “do me a favor and go copy this, and stay away from me.”
Haru thrust some wrinkled papers in Daisuke’s unsuspecting hands and just as quickly whipped his head forward, avoiding Daisuke. Daisuke sneered at the idea Haru just suggested--him, doing commoner’s work, running around printing papers like a servant.
“Well?” Haru glared at Daisuke when he saw that the richer man was still standing. “Isn’t this your job?”
And Haru’s yellow-brown eyes glinted in the lights. They shined with mischief and playfulness, two emotions that no one dared show in front of someone like Daisuke, and his mouth had contorted into a twisted grin.
The smile is not cute and soft, but it isn’t all hard and edgy either. It’s not a mix between the two either, the smile is sharp and twisted and expecting.
Daisuke’s sneer turns into a smirk and he shoves the rising feelings down. He doesn’t need pesky feelings right now--no matter how attractive Haru suddenly became.
“I’ll humor you for now,” Daisuke said, and then he made his way to the printer machine.
Tacky… Daisuke couldn’t help but judge the old machine. I could easily buy something better, but I suppose Haru wouldn’t like that very much…
And then the multi-billionaire blinked in genuine surprise. Who cares what Haru prefers or doesn’t? Since when had Haru’s opinions mattered this much? This machine is making sputtering noises and is in danger of splashing ink on his expensive-beyond-words suit. But he could always replace the suit as easily as he could replace the machine.
Could he replace Haru’s… whatever current feelings he has?
Without thinking, Daisuke’s gaze returned to Haru’s back, which was hunched over his desk and clearly concentrating. The fond smile forced itself on his face before he could stop it.
Katou Haru is one of a kind. He’s fascinating and doesn’t kneel before Daisuke nor tremble before his immense wealth. It’s refreshing and new and so very confusing.
Haru can’t be bought off by money like everyone else. No matter their status, age, gender, or job, people are easily bought off. Swayed by Daisuke’s offers of millions and billions of yen.
But Katou Haru isn’t swayed nor impressed. He may be tiny against Daisuke’s money and he may seem pitiful, sometimes in awe of everything around him, but he always focuses on his little idea of justice.
How weird.
Daisuke has never met anyone like Haru before, and he’s determined to see if Haru truly is like everyone else. After all, Haru is a poor man who everyone knows eats nothing but ramen and drinks coffee like it’s a substitute for water. A poor man who showers little--perhaps not because he can’t afford it, but more because he can’t afford time.
Why is he so obsessed with work and his little idea of justice?
Refreshing. New. Weird.
Interesting.
Daisuke will crack Katou Haru one day, and see just how much Haru truly costs. But for now… Daisuke snapped out of his little musing and grabbed the long-printed papers, ignoring the messy ink work and printed creases. He walked over to the man-in-question and dropped the papers on his desk.
Haru seemed to sigh in exasperation--and Daisuke genuinely had no idea, he hadn’t said anything yet-- before he turned to Daisuke with a summer sweet smile that seems to radiate sunshine itself.
“Thank you, Kanbe,” Haru gritted out and Daisuke was rudely awakened from his dream-like trance.
“My, Katou,” Daisuke then gave the serious man his own wicked grin and was pleased with the blush that spread across Haru’s cheeks, “I didn’t know you could smile like that.”
“Play nice and I would smile more,” Haru replied with an eye roll, but it’s better than him snarling and baring his teeth like a wild animal.
“Oh?” Daisuke couldn’t help the amusement dripping from his words.
Haru then snarled, “Shut up and get to work.” And the magic moment the two shared for what seems to be eternal and a mere nanosecond disappeared.
“Tch.” Daisuke pulled a random chair, made a big show of sweeping the seat with his gloved hands, and sat next to Haru’s crowded desk, watching over Haru’s shoulders despite being smaller than the other man.
“Do you mind?” Haru asks tiredly.
“Actually, if you would just move slightly to the right,” Daisuke smirked.
Haru moved the paper to the left.
Daisuke’s smirk grew. Predictable. If Haru realized he was tricked, he didn’t let it show and the two sat like that for a while, just reading reports from crappily-printed papers as they shared opinions and thoughts every so often.
Daisuke ignored how his heart pounded faster, as he also ignored how he inches closer and closer until he’s sure Haru could smell his expensive cologne--which the other man isn’t commenting on. He also decided to ignore how he had given up on trying to read the paper, and instead is focusing on studying Haru’s features.
Again, the other detective surely would’ve felt Daisuke’s intensive stare, but must’ve ignored it too.
Another smirk. Katou Haru surely is a strange but not unpleasant creature, and Daisuke would have the pleasure of undoing all this sense of justice and thinking, and see Haru crumble beneath him.
But for now, Daisuke is perfectly fine with tracing Haru’s rather long lashes with his own vision. Why are they so long? And Haru’s hair seems so perfectly fluffy, despite probably not being washed for days. Daisuke’s curiosity seems to impossibly spike.