Hakuba’s gloved knuckles wrapped against the door. It made a hallow knocking sound, at least to his own ears. It hadn’t been that loud either, he was hesitant, standing there with his fist hovering inches from the door for what felt like hours, but had probably only been minuets. His mother had come to town to visit, and he’d been happy about that, he missed his mother.
What he didn’t miss was the fighting.
He let his hand fall to his side, his other rising to ball into a fist in his suit sleeve. When his mother came to Japan, which wasn’t very often, or his father came to London – which was even less – his parents tried not to fight in front of him. They know how it made him feel. He knew they were never going to get back together, and he never acted otherwise, he never tried to make them love each other again.
That didn’t make it hurt any less.
The yelling had gotten loud, so loud he could hear it in his bedroom, his safe place; the place where nothing was supposed to touch him. He’d tried going for a walk in the garden, but the sound of doors slamming and shouts had drawn him away from the house, and towards the house of his classmate.
Normally when he got anxious like this, his mysophobia would get worse and he’d spend a few hours washing his hands, and then a few more in the shower. But for some reason today was the opposite. Instead of wanting to hide from the world, from everything; he wanted to be touched. He wanted to be held, for someone to hold his shaking body as he cried. He wanted to be weak, just for a few moments.
He was pulled from his thoughts as the door before him opened. He took a step back, a little bit surprised, and he could already feel his shoulder starting to shake, the tears welling up in his eyes. He let his head fall forward, the deerstalker casting a shadow over his face as he waited for the other to speak.
“I really shouldn’t stay too much longer, my mother will be looking for me.” Yes, his mother was here for a visit, rare indeed, he should head back home, spend time with her; he knew she missed him. He hardly spent thing long of time away from her, she would usually come with him to Paris, though not every time of course; she was a busy women. He rubbed at his face a little, and his mouth opened wide in a yawn.
His eyelids felt heavy and another yawn escaped his lips and sleepy tears welled up in the corner of his eyes. When was the last time he slept anyways? He’d been preparing for his mom to visit, trying to make it so her and his father would have little to no contact; but he’d lost. He’d also been making sure he wouldn’t have much to do so he could spend as much time with her as he could.
It had probably been at least two days.
“I should head out.” He tried to push himself up, but his arms shook and he found he was heavier then normal, sleep making his whole body weight more then it should.
He may have been willing to let the detective leave. Hakuba seemed to have calm down some, and it wasn’t as though Kaito could tell the other to stay just because he liked hugging him…
But he changed his mind when he could hear the yawns and noticed the weak push and shaky arm.
“…You should at least stay the rest of the night. If your mom is even up at this time, I’m doubt she’d want her son walking back when he’s this tired, rather than just getting a little sleep.”
The magician continued holding the other, though lighter now. If Hakuba was going to insist, he wouldn’t stop him from leaving. He was worried, but not really wanting to force the detective into staying…
“And it’d be silly to come all the way here just to ask for a hug and then leave. I can set an alarm for when you think you’ll really be starting to be missed.”
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