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Heiji, for some bizarre reason, had returned to Osaka with clothes that did not belong to him. Even Heiji himself was not too sure about how that happened.
Yes, Shinichi and Kaito were his boyfriends, but Heiji was very good at telling which clothes belonged to which person. During his and Kaito’s short stay at Shinichi’s house, they never really mixed up their clothes accidentally.
They didn’t share clothes that often, did they…?
Quickly hiding Shinichi and Kaito’s clothes in his closet, Heiji turned on his phone and called the former. He was definitely the more reliable one to ask this question to. Once Shinichi picked up, Heiji said, “Do ya happen to have a bunch of my clothes in yer house? And Kaito’s?”
“Huh?” Shinichi sounded tired, and that was when Heiji remembered that it was indeed the early, ungodly hours of the morning.
“Sorry,” Heiji sighed. “I’ll ask again later, when yer more awake.” And then he hung up. Throwing himself onto his bed, he groaned, trying to remember how often he had shared clothes with his boyfriends.
After almost an hour of listing all the times they had, Heiji came to the conclusion that they shared clothes almost every single day.
He groaned. That explains it…
Heiji had fallen asleep afterwards, and it was only after noon that he was woken up by the ringing of his phone. He groggily went to grab it, and pressed it to his ear. “Hello?”
The ringing continued. Heiji realized that he had to actually accept the call in order to get an answer, and he did just that. “Hello?” he said again, trying to make it sound as if he did not just make an idiotic mistake.
“You sound like I woke you up,” Shinichi said.
“Ya did,” Heiji muttered.
“Well, this is payback, then,” Shinichi said calmly, and Heiji groaned. “As for your question… Yes, I do have a bunch of your clothes here. And Kaito’s. I should probably return Kaito’s clothes, but you’re all the way in Osaka, so… I guess I could mail them to you.”
“No need,” Heiji sighed. “I’ll pick them up next time I’m in Tokyo.”
“Alright,” Shinichi replied. “I’m assuming you want to sleep again?”
“Yes, please,” Heiji groaned. “I’m so fucking tired.”
“Goodnight,” Shinichi said. “Well, good afternoon, really. There’s a dead body like, a few yards away from me, so I won’t get to sleep for a few hours.”
Heiji questioned why Shinichi felt the need to call him when there was evidently a murder in the area, but decided not to ask him. He probably had his reasons. “Good luck. Ya’d solve that faster if I was with ya.”
Shinichi snorted.
“Night, I guess,” Heiji yawned, then hung up and curled into bed again, quickly falling back asleep.
When Heiji woke up again, finally feeling energized, it was nighttime, so he decided to not become nocturnal and just sleep again.
There was a new text from Kaito: a picture of a pile of Heiji’s clothes in Kaito’s room. Sighing, Heiji knew he’d have to deal with that later. He replied to the text saying that he’d get them next time he visited Tokyo, then immediately went to sleep again.
Though this time, it took longer for him to actually fall asleep.
Heiji didn’t expect to visit Tokyo for the next month at least, but it was funny how fate worked, because after only a week, a case led him right to Beika.
He had to visit Shinichi’s house, for case reasons, not for boyfriend reasons, of course.
Shinichi was not impressed with Heiji’s excuse.
“And you said the clue was… where?” Shinichi drawled out slowly.
Heiji told him the exact location again, and Shinichi groaned.
“Heiji,” he said in a reprimanding tone. “Sera’s house is closer to there than mine. You know this!”
“Well,” Heiji said, “maybe I don’t like Sera.”
Shinichi raised an eyebrow. “Really? You seem fine with Sera.”
Heiji gave up. “Well, while I’m here - for case only reasons - could I have my clothes back?”
Shinichi nodded. “Of course.”
“I brought yers as well,” Heiji said. “And Kaito’s.”
“You brought my clothes?” a familiar messy head appeared out of nowhere. Heiji almost screamed.
“Kaito?!” he exclaimed.
Kaito grinned, the little demon child that he was. “Yuuup! I was here… for case only reasons, obviously.”
Heiji decided he was going to kill his boyfriend later.
Shinichi sighed and went upstairs, soon reappearing downstairs with a pile of clothes that belonged to Heiji. The two swapped, and Heiji gave Kaito’s clothes to him. Kaito pulled out Heiji’s clothes as well and gave them to the Osakan detective.
“Stay the night,” Kaito suggested. “It’s late. You won’t be able to investigate much right now.”
Heiji sighed. “Well… alright.”
And that’s what he did. He stayed the night in Shinichi’s bed, with each of his boyfriends on either side of him.
“Are you wearing my shirt?”
Heiji woke up to those words from Shinichi. The detective was glaring accusingly at a certain magician, wearing one of Shinichi’s shirts.
Kaito grinned. “Doesn’t it look good on me?”
Sighing, Heiji got up, stretched, grabbed one of Kaito’s shirts, and started changing.
Shinichi turned his glare on Heiji, but only for a few seconds, before he took one of the Osakan detective’s shirts and put it on as well.
And the cycle started anew.
When Heiji returned to Tokyo, he immediately collapsed and fell asleep. He dreamed of days without murder, a rarity in his life, especially when it came to Kudo Shinichi.
Then, when he woke up, he found texts in the group chat.
Kudo Shinichi: We swapped clothes again.
Kuroba Kaito: Again? :O
Kudo Shinichi: Yes, again. I have both yours and Heiji’s clothes in my closet.
Kuroba Kaito: Clothes thief!
Kudo Shinichi: Same goes to you.
Heiji looked down at what he was wearing, and sighed.
Hattori Heiji: I’m wearing one of Shinichi’s shirts right now.
Then he shut off his phone and went to sleep again.