Texting -KaiShin

Chapter Twenty-One

A/N : Well, I'm not a native english speaker, I know there's alot of grammar and spelling mistakes and so, I really wish if you could warn me if you came across any, so I could change them, I understand how a mistake can ruin the reading mood and I don't wish for it to be ruined.

Warning: lots of weird writing and stuff like that, why do I even write when I'm bad at it?,

Hope you enjoy~

Chapter Twenty-One
Texting.

Hattori raised an amused eyebrow as he watched his friend smiling while texting -well, he was sure as hell, that the person his friend was texting wasn't Mouri-san, he knew her contact name on the other's phone (Yes, he might have stalked him a little! But, can you blame him? It's for his own safety okay!) And, he was sure as hell, that he isn't that Kaito guy, becausw well, Shinichi blocked that rapist -he wouldn't be trying to make friends with a rapist, right? He knew his friend enjoyed throwing himself in danger, but he also knew that it isn't that kind of danger -unless, the detective has some fantasy that involved living happily ever after with a criminal (The irony!) which was something Hattori thought isn't much Kudou-likely, that's why he tried —tried hard, sneaking over his shoulder.

"What're you trying to do?"

Hattori backed away, taking in the question for a couple of seconds. Think of an excuse, think of an excuse, he kept telling himself, then took a deep breath, and started. "I was doing my job— which involves gathering information."

Shinichi blinked at him a couple of times, "And what part of your job that involves gathering information by looking at my messages?"

"The part that says that you've been smiling at your phone for god knows how long, it was getting creepy." Heiji shrugged -expecting his friend to tell him the whole reason behind his smiling, well, isn't that what best-friends do?

"I- I have been smiling?" He asked —or commented, but it came out more like a question, in Hattori's opinion, scratching the side of his face. "Sorry, for creeping you out, —it's not that creepy, but I'm sorry, anyways."

"It is! Just imagine sitting in the same room with a person who's grinning like some maiden in love at his phone —his phone, not even at a real person, or a picture of your crush, I could have excused you if that was the cause." He explained dramatically, acting like it's the weirdest thing he'd ever seen, and the most cringy thing he witnessed. "However, I'd be surprised if you had a secret crush, that you didn't tell me about, no offense given, but judging by the amount of social interaction existing in your life, it would be so unlikely and if it's likely —it would be so surprising." He added as an afterthought, feeling entirely proud with the senseless deduction he just made.