Fem!shin prompt from thiective. Admittingly not precisely what you asked for, but this is what came to mind.

Prompt: fem!shin, a wallflower girl, since she has terrible fashion taste (sometimes), and meets Kaito (who is in preparation for a heist) and dolls her up

Summary: you don't always have to look perfect to be perfect. Fem!shin

Wordcount: 1317

Warning: none

Published: 26.03.2019

Fem!shin

Everything was perfect. To the smallest of details – the stage had been set, the tricks aligned, his costume immaculate, not a hair out of bound as the police investigators were all in the spots he had prearranged. Everything was going after the plan – and everything had to be perfect.

Kuroba Kaito's ears buzzed with excitement – Suzuki Jirokichi had hired a professional Hollywood team to record the documentary of Kaitou KID's capture (or so he wished) and Kaito had no intention of disappointing his fans. He had painstakingly planned every move to create the most mystical evening. He knew where all the cameras where – this was going to be spectacular.

A movement in the corner of his eyes caught his attention as lights flashed off something plastic. With a frown he turned in the direction and came to a stuttering halt in surprise. Kudou Shinichi, the detective queen stood nonchalant to the side, uncaring about the glare of the cameras and the artificially light.

The bangs of her hair curled against her cheek bones, making her seem more petite. Her lips were too thin, and in Kaito's opinion could need a shade of lipstick to make them more noticeable. Her eyes were a tad too wide apart to be attractive – however it was her outfit that soured his mood. Her jacket, reaching only above her hips, seemed to be made of plastic, and underneath it she had for some reason decided to wear a cardigan. Her pants seemed a size too big as they laid loose around her ankles.

Kaito shook his head in disbelief – this just wouldn't do. If Shinichi was to be his adversary of the night – in front of all these cameras? It would ruin everything he had painstakingly planned – and probably embarrass the girl. No, he couldn't have that. Something needed to be done.

Good thing he was always prepared for any emergency.

Sneaking up to the detective was simple enough, with a puff of whisper in her ear "I need a moment," she reluctantly followed him to the back of the local and out one of the side doors. As they stepped up the stair, she put a hand on her hip in annoyance.

"What do you want KID?" she did not miss a beat – and Kaito was not surprised she knew it was him. Had expected it.

Ignoring her question, he reached for a bag hidden in a closet, opened it, and started to remove several clothes. He eyed a tank top and a skirt in the direction of the detective to eye the sizes, and nodded in appreciation. "These should fit with your cardigan. The jacket needs to go though. What the hell were you thinking –"

Shinichi's expressions had gone from curiosity to irritation to fury as he spoke, and it seemed she had finally gotten enough of his antics as she spluttered in aggravation. "You dragged me away to redress me?"

Kaito's eyebrows knitted slightly as he held the clothing in her direction. "Why else? Even you must admit that those clothes simple doesn't match together. You will be on television, I hardly think you'd live through the mortification later –"

"I refuse," she hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes narrow and glittering dangerous in the artificial lights. Her lips, clenched shut, where barely noticeable, and he could visibly see her jaws flex and unflex. Right at that moment, she almost resembled that of the goddess of fury.

He dropped his arm in confusion. "Why refuse? I'm just trying you help you out. You could borrow some of my make-up if you want –"

Shinichi threw her hands up in frustration. "You don't get it. You ridiculous. I'm not a doll to be… to be dolled up. I am my own person, I will not listen to your opinions on what I should or shouldn't be." She turned around, her hair swishing around her at the motion. Irritation almost radiated from her – but also weariness. He could see it in the way her shoulders had dropped, and from the last glimpse of her eyes he could swear he had seen tears glittering in her eyes.

"Wait," he called out before he could reassemble his thoughts. His heart throbbed in his throat in confusion. He had not expected the harsh reaction he had received in his desire to help. Unbeknownst to him, he had threaded on a sore subject.

He was surprised when the detective actually stopped. However she did not turn to face him. Her small hands clenched and unclenched. When she finally spoke, her voice trembled ever so lightly, almost vulnerably. "Not everything has to be perfect and pretty for the spotlight. Don't you ever think I do it on purpose?"

Kaito didn't dare to reply as she stared at her with new understanding. Her mother, Yukiko was a world famous actress and as her only daughter she was sure to be smothered with design clothing and a credit card to buy whatever she wished. Yet he had never once seen her wear a single branded clothing.

"I'm sorry," he rushed to apology with buzzing in his ear at the sudden realization. "I didn't think."

This time Shinichi did turn to face him. The skin around her eyes were tight, however there were no trace of the tears he had thought he had seen. "You rarely do."

He gave a lopsided grin in reply. "That wasn't very nice. But I suppose this time I'll let it slide."

She rolled her eyes in disbelief and turned to leave again, apparently not interesting in talking about the subject any longer – they were adversaries after all, not friends, neither of them were privy to each other's thoughts and personal life. However, now that he had gotten a taste of who the detective was under her mask, he felt his heart flutter in his chest with the need to know more. He had never thought they really had much depths. He now realized his mistake at the revelation.

"Wait," he called out again, and his heart skipped a beat as she turned around to face her again. In just the second she had turned away, her face seemed new to him. Where he had once seen overgrown eyebrows, a plain face with no make up and a lip too thin to be proper, he now marvelled at how cute she looked because of the imperfections. Make up and clothing where there to make everyone the same.

He felt a lump in his throat at the guilt from his misperception. He, like her mother, had tried to put Shinichi into a perfect, neat little box. But it was from the wildness that gave her personality and life -and frankly, her unladylike behaviour fit her perfectly. He should never – could never – ask her to change, and he no longer wanted to.

Unsure what he wanted to say with the tight emotions churning inside of him, his lips spoke for themselves as he barely managed to stutter: "at least remove that jacket would you? Its hideous."

With a roll of her eyes, and a soft laughter that chimed in his ears, she started to take it off. "You are right, the jacket was a little much." She left it on the floor as she stepped down the stairwell without a second word.

Kaito couldn't help but pick it up, and before he knew it he had his nose pressed against the fabric. It was not a sweet smell, but a mixture of sweat and the spicy tingle of where she had spilled some coffee. It fit her perfectly. All thoughts of having the prefect night filmed in front of the camera faded away as a smile stretched across his lips. Perhaps he had finally found an adversary just as puzzling as he was.

After all, one does not need to look perfect to be perfect.