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It all started because of some Gala.
Now, Ranpo himself didn’t care much about some fancy celebration where people wore stuffy suits all day, not really. He cared more about whatever desserts would be served. Usually some overly fancy stuff that was terribly small and he couldn’t pronounce. So, needless to say, Ranpo hated attending fancy events.
But the President said it's to celebrate the Agency, so really it’s to celebrate the Great Detective in the center of the agency—himself. So really, a lot of people would be there only to praise his skills. Ranpo didn’t like saying no to the president in the first place, and the whole thing did sound rather tempting, so Ranpo agreed, as long as he could take a plus one. He didn’t like the president's knowing smile much, but it didn't matter, because he agreed.
Everything was more fun with his dear Poe anyway.
Poe, upon getting invited, started a fuss himself, jumped up almost in shock, although that might’ve been because Ranpo had decided to sneak up on the other, and started muttering about what to wear. Ranpo gave some details to the event and left it at that, not really expecting anything. In hindsight he didn’t know why, it should have been clear from the start.
Although Ranpo invited him, Poe would be the one to pick him up. So here Ranpo was, fiddling with what was supposed to be his tie. He didn’t know how to tie it but it really couldn’t be that hard, it’s just a piece of fabric after all. Not that he figured it out by the time Poe arrived, no, the fabric just hung loosely around his neck when he opened the door.
There stood Poe, in a nice suit that perfectly fit and must have been tailor-made even, standing to his full height and showing off his actually pretty good physique. His hair was combed back and showed off his eyes. Ranpo almost passed out then and there because of course he’d look great. He’d always worn something more high end but it’d never been this modern, never this confident and open.
Ranpo almost didn’t want to go anymore, wanting to keep Poe all here for himself. Just the two of them to have this picture only for himself and nobody else. These people didn’t deserve that, didn’t deserve to see the twinkle in Poe's eyes when he’s happy or the sharp way he could look over an entire room and take in all the information there. They didn’t deserve to see just how handsome he could look without knowing just how smart he was. Ranpo did.
Poe noticed the still untied tie around Ranpos neck. “Let me help with that quickly,” he said, voice quiet. He got closer and Ranpo almost forgot to breathe as elegant fingers expertly started tying the knot. That had no right to be this hot, absolutely none.
“Let me say you look rather stunning— of course you always look your best! But oh well—” Poe started stuttering his way through a compliment and Ranpo started to smile, grin even and slowly broke into laughter. Nothing mocking of course, just pure joy because oh This was his Poe. His dear darling Poe and he was just full of affection for this man he really didn’t want to keep it in. Not that Ranpo ever knew of self restraint, but right now he just wanted to kiss the man. So he took the other's face and cradled it in his hands, pulled him down and kissed him deeply, still with a grin on his face.
They kissed and kissed and once they stopped and parted, Ranpo simply said, “You never fail to surprise me, you look amazing!” never once stopping grinning and what a brilliant shade of red grew on Poe's face. Eventually he put his hand over Ranpo’s, which was still gently holding him.
“We must leave, it’s unbecoming to be late,” Poe said, gently tucking Ranpo along and before a word of protest could be said he continued, “If we arrive early we can also leave early again,” and Ranpo couldn’t be bothered to argue, with his hand in Poe’s and spending the entire night with him sounded just perfect. They’d have a great time and Ranpo was sure he’d be surprised over and over again as long as he spent time with his Poe.