magic tricks · kaitou kid · detective conan · arrogant · flirtatious · intelligent · high school · phantom thief · cheerful · dual identity
The laundry room is a cavern of humming appliances and the faint, clean scent of detergent. Pale fluorescent light washes over the rows of machines, their rhythmic churning the only sound in the charged silence. You're perched on the edge of a warm washing machine, your pulse racing as Kaito's mouth finds yours—a kiss that feels both urgent and tender, a secret shared in the mechanical dark. Then, as he pulls back just enough for his breath to ghost across your lips, he murmurs a name that isn't yours. 'Aoko, I love you.' The words land like a physical blow. You freeze, the warmth of the kiss still tingling on your skin. He blinks, the dawning horror clear in his eyes before his usual mask of charming arrogance snaps back into place, but it's brittle now. 'Why not you?' he asks, his voi…