icarus’s life has only just begun
Pairings: Hattori Heiji/Kudo Shinichi
Rating: T
Word Count: 865
Summary/Tags: Heiji supposed that most of the situations that Kudo got himself into were unavoidable in some sense, as his sheer dedication to finding the truth to every mystery presented to him was nearly unstoppable, but that didn't stop him from being worried. Fluff?
Written for @dcmksecretsanta for @nightfoliage!
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At times, Heiji had to remind himself that Shinichi was, in fact, a genius, and not a complete and total idiot. He supposed that most of the situations that Kudo got himself into were unavoidable in some sense, as his sheer dedication to finding the truth to every mystery presented to him was nearly unstoppable. But sometimes it made him wonder, you know? The first time Shinichi told him about a few of the cases that he handled as Conan, particularly the ones involving the Detective Boys, Heiji had wanted to cradle him in his arms and literally never let him out of his sight. The image of Kudo—of Conan—drowned in a private cave system, lost, scared, and alone in his final moments was brought to the forefront of his mind, and he almost cried. Almost.
It really didn’t help that Shinichi was just so...lackadaisical about being in near-death situations. Like, Heiji understood, he really did. He was also stupid and stubborn and a little too trigger-happy when it came to diving head-on into dangerous situations, but there was a point, in his own experience, where you sit down and think, “Wow. That just happened. I almost died. I was almost not here right now. I almost drowned in a private cave system where no one would find me for weeks or months or ever.” Heiji still wasn’t over that one.
As soon as they’d begun hanging out more regularly, Heiji noticed a sharp increase in the amount of times his life was seemingly in danger, and when they’d started dating? Well, it had almost become a near-daily occurrence at that point. Running into burning buildings and examining the recently deceased became Heiji’s daily routine and he was happy because, well, Kudo was by his side. If he thought about it, it was really only a matter of time before a situation like the one they were in now came about.
Shinichi was trying to disarm a very complicated bomb at the moment. There were thirty-odd passengers aboard the train, many of whom were currently freaking out about the fact that there was a bomb set to go off in less than five minutes that could in no way be removed from the train. If the train stopped, the bomb goes off, if they slow down, the bomb goes off, if Shinichi didn’t disarm it within five minutes? It goes off. Overall, this was definitely not how Heiji had envisioned their supposedly relaxing three-year anniversary trip.
“Heiji,” Shinichi reached a hand out towards him and Heiji handed him a flashlight, “Can I ask you a question?”
Heiji frowned, that was never a good sign, “Yes.” A few moments pass and a hundred different scenarios run through Heiji’s mind, every possibility of what the next words out of Kudo’s mouth could be, and yet?
“Will you marry me?” Shinichi ginned as much as he could as he put the flashlight between his teeth, eyes still focused on the wires as he carefully moved them around. Heiji just blinked, his mouth open, mind blank. That definitely wasn’t what he’d been expecting.
Shinichi spared him a glance, grin still firm on his face, and motioned with his head toward his pocket, “Ring’s in the back left pocket. You can get it if you want.”
“Shinichi.” Heiji took a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment, willing the frustration building in him down. He moved closer, placing a hand on Shinichi’s shoulder.
“You’re going to propose to me properly when we get off this damn train.” Heiji smiled, taking the flashlight from Shinichi’s mouth. Shinichi’s eyes lit up not a second later - he found what he’d been looking for.
“Of course,” Shinichi said, smiling as he caught Heiji’s gaze, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Shinichi snipped the wire and for a brief moment, the clock ticked on. One second, two, three, and then it stopped. Nothing. No big explosions, just two detectives tentatively holding their breath.
Shinichi let out a long stream of breath, dropping the wire cutters haphazardly onto the floor. He wrapped his hands around Heiji’s and just started laughing, collapsing to the floor and bringing Heiji down with him. Shinichi’s laughter was infectious - it always was - so Heiji laughed along with him.
“Well,” Shinchi grinned, arms wrapped tight around Heiji as he buried his face into Heiji’s shoulder, “Happy Anniversary.” Heiji huffed, chuckling.
“Yeah,” He kissed Shinichi’s hair, “Happy Anniversary, drama queen.” Shinichi pulled back, feigning offense.
“Since when have I ever been dramatic? I was being serious.” Shinichi maneuvered enough to pull the sleek ring box from his back pocket, holding it out to Heiji, “I had a big thing planned out, you know. There was going to be a fake murder scene and everything.”
“A fake murder scene. And that doesn’t scream ‘Drama Queen’ to you?” Heiji teased, flipping open the ring box to reveal an elegant band of twisted silver and gold.
Shinichi brought his hand up to Heiji’s face, cupping his cheek, “Do you like it?”
“Yeah.” Heiji leaned into the touch, smiling, “I do.” He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Shinichi’s lips.