They wait in silence as the drink brews and the waiter dares to hope that he won’t hear a single more word out of the bastard’s mouth, only to have his dream shatter in front of his eyes when he hands him the cup. “Thank you, Tooru-san.”
Scoffing, Rei leans on the counter, stretching his hand towards the student. “Give it back, I forgot the poison.”
“Yours truly.” Akai smirks. There’s something in his voice, a tenderness that creeps in whenever he proclaims himself as Rei’s during some of their banters, and it’s a something that Amuro doesn’t quite know how to deal with.
Conan gapes. Amuro stares, breath halting: used to widening only his left eye while disguised a Subaru, Akai apparently decided to not bother wearing both of Okiya’s gray contact lenses, leaving him with two differently coloured irises. It’s certainly a sight to behold, especially paired with those pink hair flying in every direction.