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Haru hasn’t been a hero ever since he tried to resign from the First Division. He lost his “hero” title instantly after misfiring, instantly after shooting the wrong person, instantly after he’s unable to shoot a gun calmly anymore.
At least, that’s what he always thought, always told himself, always was reminded of whenever he’s even near a gun.
Haru can’t shoot a gun anymore, Haru can’t look at a gun the same anymore, he’s been cowering away from guns-- he’s a coward, not a hero.
Please.
Give Daisuke a break.
It’s been a long three days of chasing after Shigemaru Kambe. Three exhausting days of no breaks, no stops, no nothing. Just chasing after the rather slippery man, exhausting battles with technology so advanced that regular policemen would be useless.
And at last, Shigemaru is put behind bars. Not regular jail bars- no, he has all the power and money to bribe his way out. No, Shigemaru is now contained in a special jail cell, locked far away.
Relinquishing all his power over HEUSC, Shigemaru gave Daisuke the head authority to the AI with guilt in his eyes, yet he said nothing else.
On the fourth day, Daisuke finally allowed himself to collapse on his bed, not caring how he may have looked like. After all, he is absolutely drained from going after his supposedly dead father--both emotionally and physically.
Daisuke heard Haru above him scoff, and he is suddenly reminded that the older detective accompanying him is also very exhausted. He rolled his head back and stared blankly at Haru, whose eyes had dark circles underneath and whose hair was incredibly messy. It may look endearing, but Haru’s usually bright golden-brown eyes were dim.
“You can rest on my bed,” Daisuke offered, “while Suzue prepares your own room.”
Haru pulled a tired face, half the anger he normally would’ve had, and sighed, “No, it’s okay. I’m… I’m going back home anyway.”
“You can stay.”
Haru chuckled and slowly brought his hands to his neck, rubbing it sheepishly. “I really don’t want to impose-”
“Kato, you stubbornly stuck to my side and stuck your nose on my family business.” Daisuke raised an eyebrow, looking as judgemental as possible from his position on his bed. “Family business that has nothing to do with you.”
Haru flushed, but couldn't really argue. He had done exactly that.
“You can stay over,” Daisuke repeated firmly.
“You’re so demanding,” Haru rolled his eyes, but he made his way to Daisuke’s bedroom lounge chair, sinking to it with wide eyes from its unexpected softness.
Daisuke smirked. “Does it feel nice, Kato?”
“No,” Haru lied as he clearly enjoyed the comfortable chair. “Say, where’d you get this?”
“That is a Michael Berman Chaise lounge chair imported from America,” Daisuke informed, “it was bought for a million yen.”
Haru isn’t even shocked at this point, too used to his partner’s expensive tastes. “Oh.”
“I can buy you one, if you’ll like,” Daisuke offered.
“NO!” Haru immediately replied with horror. He cannot imagine having a lounge chair that costs more than half the things in his apartment.
“Consider it a thank-you gift,” Daisuke continued unbothered.
Haru scowled. “I’ll rather you say thank you than buy me some useless chair.”
Daisuke blinked, adopting a look of wonder. He hummed. “I see.”
The two men spent the next few hours in silence, basking in the rest they both deserved and desperately needed.
When Suzue came in the room to check on them (she’s wary of using HEUSC, fearing that Daisuke might receive news of her “snooping”) and was greeted with Daisuke sleeping on his bed, softly snoring, while Haru laid on his lounge chair, hands crossed as his head bobs up and down every so often.
“That can’t be comfortable for your back,” Suzue noted, and called for a servant to help her carry Haru towards Daisuke’s bed. It was huge enough for two grown men to sleep together without touching each other. Besides, she doesn’t want to wake Haru up if she were to have him carried to his own room prepared a few hours ago.
“Rest well,” Suzue bowed to the sleeping men, “and thank you for your hard work.”
The door closed quietly and Suzue decided to nap as well. She may not have done much physical things, compared to Daisuke and Haru, but she stayed up those past four days trying to help from afar.
When Haru woke up, the room was dark and he felt as if he were the weight of the entire sky being suddenly lifted from his shoulders. He got up, his mind slow and slightly dazed, as he stretched his tired limbs out, yawning.
Haru looked around his surroundings in confusion, unable to recognize where he was. Before he could remember, Haru suddenly registered the weight on his hips and looked down.
Blinking wearily, Haru noted that Daisuke’s sleeping next to him, the aloof man peacefully snoring, with his hands wrapped around Haru’s waist.
Haru wants to shout and throw the man off of him. But he can’t. It may be Haru’s exhausted state, his mind being sluggish due to waking up a moment ago, or even Daisuke’s utterly adorable sleeping expression. It may be any other reason or no reason at all.
Haru sighed for a few long seconds. He literally has no energy left, and the nap he took barely charged his batteries.
Without any issue nor grumbling, Haru flopped back down and moved around until he’s in a comfortable position. He sighed and his hands, without thinking, reached Daisuke’s head. Daisuke’s usually neat and gelled-back hair was messed up, messed up enough to play with as Haru goes back to sleep.
Daisuke’s hair wasn’t amazingly soft. Some strands struck together, probably due to the days-old gel that never got taken out of his hair. Haru finds that he doesn’t mind much, as he’s slipping into sleep.
“Night,” Haru mumbled, drifting off to sleep.
“Goodnight,” Daisuke whispered back slowly, unheard by the already-asleep older man.
Daisuke woke up at around three. In the afternoon. Hey, don’t judge him, he’s tired.
The smell of delicious breakfast, accompanied by hushed conversations, woke him up from his slumber.
Daisuke got up slowly, blinking just as slow, raising his hand to rub his eyes. The hushed talking quieted and Daisuke opened his eyes to look around his too-bright room.
“You’re finally up, Sleeping Beauty,” Haru greeted the younger man with a fond smile. “How’re you feeling?”
Daisuke nodded, not paying attention to Haru’s words. Haru frowned at being ignored, to which Daisuke also ignored. He eyed the steaming breakfast with hunger in his midnight blue eyes, and his stomach growled.
Suzue quickly scrambled towards Daisuke with concern in her eyes, “Daisuke, you must be really hungry! Kato and I prepared some breakfast for you, so here!”
Daisuke raised an eyebrow and looked down at the steaming plate Suzue had offered him. “You and Kato made this?”
“It was mostly Kato,” Suzue confessed sheepishly with a smile.
Haru flushed, looking away with an embarrassed pout. “It wasn’t that hard.”
“Alright,” Daisuke nodded, deciding not to question why both Suzue and Haru chose to cook breakfast (lunch?) instead of leaving it to the chefs.
“Go take a shower when you’re done,” Haru advised the younger man with a scowl, still embarrassed.
Daisuke smirks a small, grateful little smile, and nods. “Duly noted. Thank you.”
Haru’s blush grew redder, and Suzue traded looks between the two with a sly smile.
“Whatever,” Haru managed, averting his gaze.
“It tastes good.” Daisuke noted, eyes wide once the food landed on his taste buds.
“Okay.”
“You’re good at cooking.”
“Thanks, I know.”
“You should…” Daisuke trailed off, and Haru tilted his head.
“I should… what?”
“You,” Daisuke cleared his throat and swallowed a bite, and then continued almost shyly, “should be my personal chef.”
Suzue, who had been watching the two while cringing from the second-hand embarrassment, grimaced at the awkward silence that followed.
“Daisuke, are you okay?” Suzue asked him, trying to save the mood.
“I’m waiting on your answer, Kato,” Daisuke ignored her.
“...No...” Haru answered, blinking.
“Why not?”
“Because… I don’t want to?” Haru shrugged, looking confused and giving Suzue a pleading look for help.
“Why not?” Daisuke persisted stubbornly.
Haru gave Suzue another look that cries for help.
Suzue wants to help Haru out of the awkward situation, really, she does. However, since it doesn’t concern her, Suzue couldn’t help but want to burst into laughter. Her relative is being awfully out-of-character, and Haru looks absolutely lost and confused with all the sudden questions.
“Kambe, shut up and eat your food.”
Daisuke huffed and shoved a piece of bacon in his mouth, pouting as he chewed.
Suzue tried suppressing her laughter, but accidentally let a giggle slip out.
Daisuke shot her a warning glare, while Haru just gave a look of betrayal.
“I need to go,” Suzue said, trying to hide her smile, “please let me know if you need anything, Kato.”
Leaving the two awkward men behind, Suzue tried to wait until she closed the door to start cackling out loud.
Suzue pulled out her phone and sent Mahoro a quick text.
Me:
Mahoro, my cousin is a huge simp for Haru, pls send help
Mahoro <3:
aww thats cute ^.^
did they get some rest?
its been really crazy u know
Suzue smiled at the adorable pink-haired girl. She reread the multiple texts, wondering how a person can sound so cute just by texting. Then again, Mahoro is just... effortlessly cute.
Me:
Yeah they’re better now
Mahoro <3:
glad to hear it!!!
hey wanna come over now that the family situation is over??
u can finally rest u know,,
<3
Me:
Of course! <3
I’ll be there in ten minutes
Mahoro <3:
:0
dont u live an hour away?
Me:
Yeah, and?
Instead of venting to Mahoro about how much of a disgraceful simp her cousin is, Suzue turned into a simp for Mahoro herself.
Maybe simping just runs in the Kambe blood.