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Kuroba Kaito woke up with one hell of a hangover.
Groaning, he rolled over in his bed and faintly registered the fact that the bed seemed to be warmer than usual. Then he realised that he was naked from the waist down. That was odd, but he couldn't remember for the life of him what happened last night. He turned around, trying to search for his room for his phone. Kaito froze as he surveyed the mess on (and off) his bed.
One, he smelled like a horrible mix of whiskey, beer and whatever people trying to get alcohol poisoning drink.
Two, it looks like someone had triggered thousands of glittering smoke bombs (he was saving them for a heist, how dare they).
Third, there was a stranger sleeping right beside him, and from what he could see, that guy (yes, guy) was shirtless and out cold.
Kaito's brain lagged as he tried to make sense of the situation before him. Before long, an unholy scream rang out that had Aoko frowning from next door. "Did Bakaito do something stupid again?" She didn't want to think too much, she cleaned up after Kaito on an almost daily basis anyways. She shrugged, and went back to frying her eggs.
While Aoko was obliviously making breakfast, just next door, Kaito was having an existential crisis. Trying not to panic, Kaito picked up the mirror on his desk. His hair was as messy as ever, good. he still looked handsome, cool, his neck had a purple blob, great- wait WHAT.
Rubbing his eyes and the mirror, he examined the unsightly mark on his neck. "It's probably a bruise." But how do you get a bruise on one's neck? Kaito peered over at the stranger in his bed, and poked him tentatively. The skin was warm, so he wasn't dead.
The realisation hit him like a fucking truck. "Oh my god." He groaned. "Don't tell me this a a hickey." He shook the man beside him, "Hey dude, wake up." The man groaned and sat up. Kaito stared at the face that was eighty percent similar to his. Kudou Shinichi yawned and extended a hand towards Kaito. "Coffee."
Kaito's eye twitched. "Kudo-kun, you are in a stranger's house, my room is a mess, and is this a hickey or a bruise?" Kaito flailed his arms around frantically. Shinichi looked unbothered. "Where's your coffee machine, I can't function without coffee."
Sensing that the detective wasn't able to answer his questions right now, Kaito gestured at the kitchen. Shinichi hummed in thanks and slowly got out of bed, still shirtless. Kaito totally wasn't staring at his back muscles while he moved, totally not. Whipping out his phone, he saw pictures of Hakuba, Hattori, Kudo and him in a bar, and as he scrolled down, the pictures became even more outlandish, and the last one ended in his house. Kaito seemed to be totally wasted, and was holding sign that had "I'm Kaitou KID" scrawled on the front.
Kaito wondered which is the nearest tall building that is suitable for jumping off.
Still, he couldn't help but snicker at the photos of Hakuba getting plastered and losing all his dignity. His eyes widened at one photo he seemed to have missed. He scrambled up and looked at his notifications. Twenty missed calls from Hakuba. Slowly putting the phone into his pocket, he decided he can ignore that Hakuba shaped problem for a while longer, until he can remember what the heck happened.
It was such a blur, and he could only remember the laughing, screaming and the blackmail photos. He was pretty sure it ruled, because damn the photos were scandalous.
That reminded him. He needed breakfast, and a lot of bleach.
He trudged down the stairs, where Shinichi was mindlessly drinking his coffee, with two plates of toast. Kaito looked on with disdain, but what worried him the most was the ripped dress on the sofa.
"THAT IS MY FAVOURITE DRESS! WHY IS IT RIPPED?" As Kaito mourned over the corpse of his dress, Shinichi looked up from his phone. "There are warrants out there for your arrest." He said it so casually that you would think that he was talking about the weather. "W-what arrest? You got it wrong, I am a loyal citizen to the police force."
Shinichi smirked. "You were on the front page so many times already, my dear Kaitou KID~" He purred.
Kaito scrambled away from Shinichi. "No no no I was DRUNK! You can't believe what a drunk man says!"
"Oh really? I guess you didn't remember how crazy the night was, then."