aroceu's fic“I didn’t plan on spending my weekend groveling at Kageyama Tobio’s front door,” Kindaichi’s shouting, wriggling in Kunimi’s grasp.
Tobio says, “Er.”
Kunimi turns to him, innocently like he’s not clutching his best friend in a death grip. “Hi, Kageyama-kun,” he says. “Do you have a few minutes to spare?”