Hush~

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moonlightmajutsushi:

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The teen blinked wearily as the door opened, eyes going wide as he saw the detective. He turned so that his back was to the Hakuba, hoping the other hadn’t seen the wetness on his face…. Though he most likely had…

“…I had nightmare,” he said, wincing at the hoarseness in his voice.

Hakuba stayed quiet while the other laid there, not answering his question. He reached out a hand but paused before he touched, and then Kuroba was getting up. He quickly pulled his arm back to his side and he did catch sight of him wiping his eyes; he’d been crying. Hakuba frowned at that, thankful for the darkness, as it probably hid the frown. It must have been some nightmare, to cause the teen to cry.

Hakuba stayed silent as he spoke, he could tell Kuroba had more to say, though what he was going to say Hakuba didn’t know. This wasn’t a side of the teen he saw very often. He was normally all smiles, grins and laughter. It tugged on his chest a little to see him so… sad. He would never say it out loud of course, couldn’t bring himself to be that vulnerable, even if the other was trusting him.

The next words that Kuroba said caused him to go cold. He hadn’t really heard much about Kuroba’s parents, but last show made it rather clear what happened. He bit the inside of his cheek, fingers itching to reach forward and grasp Kuroba’s shirt to pull him into a hug, to comfort him. But he held back and instead looked down at his lap, unsure of what to say. He wasn’t very good at this sort of thing.

“I’m not really good with these things, at comforting others. But I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”

More pillow hugging and silence. A part of him knew the detective probably wasn’t used to seeing a less than cheerful Kaito, but it wasn’t as though he could suddenly fall back to acting like normal right now, after the other had already seen that he was down. And the half-offer to listen was appreciated, but…

He shook his head some.

“It’s fine. Not like I haven’t seen it before…”

He let out a slow sigh to try and push away the rest of the sadness that had come up and he fell back on his side, closing his eyes and curling around the pillow. Stupid thief caution. It was warning him that saying much else might be bad. That Hakuba always seemed to keep Kid in the back of his mind, and mentioning that his father had died during a show eight years ago might set off that part of him that knew Kid had disappeared around that time. He didn’t care of his own identity being found out by the detective at this point, considering the other pretty much knew it already, though the magician would continue denying it.

He didn’t want Hakuba considering Toichi was the first Kid. Didn’t want to give him a possible lead. Didn’t want him digging around.

Didn’t want him to find out ‘how come he did that’.

“I’ll be okay after I get some sleep. It doesn’t normally come more than once in a night.”