Also as promised here's the original incoherent message I sent Clover at 2am HAHAHAHA
I cannot stress enough. My dream was literally just Clover making a post like “I know I promised no ships but Im going to make okitaxaoko endgame canon for Twin AU” and me waking up bewildered by the choice lmao
Aoko reflects on how different Okita is compared to everyone else in her day to day life.
Quick little short Okiko fic! 300 words of Aoko's inner monologue because I'm gonna be so real she is ALL I write HAHAHA
Fic under the cut! 🪶
“Y’know for all the complaining Kai-niichan does about ya, yer not really all that bad!”
It didn’t really surprise Aoko that Kaito complained about her, but hearing it said so bluntly did hit some sort of nerve. She breathed out slowly, staying calm in her stance, holding a bokken in front of her in two hands and swinging it in time to the drills that he’d taught her.
He laughed softly, presumably at her expression - halfway between anger and forcing herself to stay neutral. She never was good at keeping a poker face.
Okita walked behind her, examining her stance, poking her occasionally to make minor adjustments, but for the most part, he seemed pleased with the way she was carrying herself.
“Yer also learning to keep yer cool, that’s good.”
Admittedly, the fire that had immediately been stoked when he mentioned Kaito complaining about her had been softened by Okita’s laughter. Aoko was used to being reactive and angry about most things - especially when someone laughed at her expense.
When Okita laughed, however, it gave her pause. He was trying to rile her up, sure, but his laughter didn’t carry the same kind of pointed cruelty that others did.
It made new, unfamiliar feelings bubble up in her chest.
She could deal with cruelty and jabs at her - she was used to that. She was the dirty-kneed, childish daughter of the Inspector who kept failing to catch Kaitou KID. She was used to Kaito teasing her, used to being the subject of others insults about her father and her family. She used it as fuel, never letting her guard down.
She was not used to Okita.
A small smile formed on her lips as she swung her bokken, shifting her stance to take a step forward without prompting, recalling what they had practised just hours before. Her smile split into a large grin as she heard Okita hum approval from behind her.
