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A/N: Made some alterations here and there. Will be doing editing for the rest of the chapters too so they will make more sense.

It was already midnight when she saw him sitting at the lobby of the Amagi Inn. He looked perplexed. No, that is not the right word to describe his expression. It was more as if he had seen a ghost. The way he sat, with his forearm resting on his thigh and his yukata draped open revealing his somewhat robust chest, completely contradicted his facial expression. Naoto Shirogane slowly approached Kanji Tatsumi.

"What's wrong?" she asked as she stood inches from where he sat, followed by her trademark hand-on-hip. Silence. Kanji seemed warped. Who could blame him? After that incident with Ms. Kashiwagi and Hanako – the cougar teacher and a 'heavily-built' girl -, who could blame the four of them? After the incident in the hot spring, all they wanted was to spend time with the girls. Desperate, Teddie suggested that the four of them, his Sensei, Yosuke, Kanji and he – to stealthily make their way to where the girls are. Sneaking into the pitch-black room, they were greeted by the two most horrifying women. Ms. Noriko and Hanako. Not only did they fail but they were harassed by the women who couldn't accept their loss to Naoto at the beauty pageant. It hurt his pride bad. Heck, he felt he has no chance of scoring anybody…no chance to prove his manhood. "Kanji-kun?" Naoto called out.

"Huh? O-Oh, h-hey Naoto…" Kanji finally snapped from his deep thoughts and cocked his head to meet the grey orbs observing him carefully from her height. Unconsciously, his cheeks began to flush as her eyes met his. This always happens! He cursed inwardly. "Uh…what are you doing here?" he adverted his eyes away from her whilst trying so desperately to calm himself from blushing.

"I just needed some air," she paused and looked sideways. "I can't sleep somehow." Then, she turned towards the blond. "What about you? You looked troubled."

"Huh me? N-No. I uh…well…how do I put this…" he stuttered and instinctively put his hand behind his nape, stalling so that he could have more time to think of a proper excuse. "I can't sleep too. Yeah. The stupid bear had his legs over at my place and well, it's annoying. So uh…" he sighed heavily at his petty attempt to form an excuse.

"I see," was Naoto's simple reply. Then, silence. Kanji slowly stole a glance at the petite detective. He noticed the mounds on the yukata Naoto was wearing. "Are those boobs?" he thought. "Of course they are, stupid!" he mentally scolded himself for forgetting that Naoto is actually a girl, though for her to expose the existence of her breasts to anyone is quite a surprise. He began to observe her breasts and found that they're very well developed and wondered how she hid them so well. "So Ted was right about her size." Kanji remembered that Teddie stole the medical examination papers to sneak a peek at the girls' three sizes. He remembered how Rise was surprised and questioned Naoto, asking for verification of her bust size to which a flustered Naoto grabbing the paper to the shredder. He had always wondered ever since that day, and tonight, he need not wonder anymore. He is feasting his eyes on the chest of the very chick whose bust size surpasses those of his senpais.

"It's rude to stare," Naoto broke the silence, instantly bringing Kanji's attention to her.

"Huh? What? I uh…" he noticed the slight tint of pink on her cheek as she slowly brought her arms to hide her vulgarity. At least, that was how she sees her chest as: an abomination, an obstacle in her part to be taken seriously in her male-dominated line of work. "Um…sorry." He lowered his head apologetically. "It's just that, I mean, for a moment there I kinda…forgot that you're actually a girl, heheh," he chuckled awkwardly, still not looking at her.

Naoto realized that Kanji was staring at her breasts in that intensely awkward silence. It was a surprise in her part for not snapping Kanji from ogling at the abomination that's forever stuck on her chest. Indeed, it was strange to continue letting him observe her. What was she thinking? She thought. She could easily throw another bucket (or more) to his face but she didn't. She allowed him full view of her chest. Clothed of course. She regretted not binding them. He must think that they're such an ugly sight to see. But why isn't he saying anything about them? Why is he being silent? Does he…does he…like them? Naoto mentally shook her head at the thought. "Why are you thinking about such lecherous thoughts, Naoto Shirogane! This is unbecoming of you!" she mentally screamed. "You must think they're ugly right? I have this image to uphold, the image of a 'detective prince'. For me to be born with such anomaly…you must be disappointed." She smiled bitterly.

"N-No that's not it. I like your boobs dammit!" his voice rose and so was he. Naoto widened her eyes, completely taken aback by his sudden confession. It was fortunate that the lobby was practically empty at that moment or the situation could get very, very, very awkward. Kanji realized what he had said and turned sideways, embarrassed, so did Naoto. Then they were in an awkward silence again. "Uh. I-It's not what you think." Kanji broke the silence as he tried to clear his intention. "I-I mean, you are born with it you know, you shouldn't be ashamed of them." He looked over her head staring at the blank wall of the lobby, glad of his gigantic height. "I uh…t-they look good on you." Finding his words crumbling, he scrambled his hair. "Argh t-that's not what I –"

The blue-haired girl chuckled, earning Kanji's attention. "I understand what you're trying to say, Kanji-kun. To that I am thankful." Naoto's lips formed a small smile. "Yes. You are correct. However, it takes some getting used to. I lived an alternate life for so long; I forgot how it is to be a woman." She cringed at the word. "It's not easy, you know, change…" her hands that covered her breasts fall to her sides. Then, another silence. Naoto observed Kanji and saw that Kanji was rubbing the back of his head. She speculated that there could be bumps he sustained after being attacked by the barrage of buckets thrown at them for suspected peeping. "Uh," with their significant height difference, she tiptoed in order to reach his head. Kanji was stunned at the detective's tenacity. "C-Could you…take a seat?" she requested finally after her failed attempt of reaching up.

"H-Huh o-oh right. Sorry," the delinquent chucked as he sat down. Naoto nodded and ran her fingers through his hair making him blush so badly he'd nosebleed.

"Ouch! That hurt!" Kanji flinched and moved a slight inch away. Well, that was a good way of getting rid of the blushing now that he felt pain; he could focus on it instead of the very tempting sight in front of him.

"I apologize," she said. "We did hit you pretty hard back there huh?" she turned away, guilty.

"Hey no sweat. It happened. Can't be helped." He replied in lax.

"But still, I apologize…" Naoto inched in close and reached out to touch the bump again. This time Kanji readied himself for the pain he would feel as her small fingers brushed his hair again. He was glad that Naoto couldn't see his face right now because he was burning up! Not only from embarrassment, but the close proximity between the two of them. Her fingers made contact with his scalp and even through the mess of his hair, he could feel the delicate touch of the young female detective. Kanji held his breath as Naoto leaned in closer to him, her breasts millimetres away from his face. He noticed, that her crevice is showing and found it to be sexy. Clenching his fists to control his manly urges he waited for her to move away from him.

Naoto was slowly rubbing the bump in hopes that it will ease the pain and hasten the recovery. This wouldn't have happened if the guys didn't barge in like that, she thought. Then again, it was party because Yukiko didn't check the schedule of the hot spring, mistaking that it was the girls' turn to bathe. Her mind began to wonder if they had seen anything while they were inside and if they did, how should she punish them. A beating will not suffice. Perhaps something worse? "Better leave the beating up to Chie-senpai." she thought as she chuckled inwardly. She was completely oblivious of Kanji's reaction to this gesture, and that he was already at his limit of pulling her to his arms and crashing his lips to hers. Her thoughts snapped when she felt hot breath tickling her chest and that was her cue to pull away. "Uh…" finally noticing the awkward position she had put herself into. "I apologize…I didn't –"

"It's okay," he said coolly.

"Kanji-kun…your nose," Naoto pointed out, slightly revolted at the sight she saw.

"Huh what about them?"

"They're bleeding." She closed her eyes and rested her hand on her hip again, her default stance. "Y-You should wipe them off before going to bed." She turned away to leave. "Please take care to not cause any more mischief or you will end up having more bumps than you already have. Have a good night," with that she walked away. "…and…" she stopped. " –please keep this to yourself." She adjusted her yukata, covering her exposed crevice before walking away.

Kanji was speechless. It was so uncool of him to have a nosebleed. What a way to ruin the mood, he sighed and wiped the blood that was flowing at an even pace down to his lips. "Dammit!" he stood up and stomped himself to bed. Although it turned out to be a bad night, there was a silver lining to all of it. For one, he spent some time with Naoto, knowing about her by a slight bit. It was totally worth it.

As Kanji was walking to his room, Naoto who was hiding behind a wall watched his figure disappear to the hallway. She brought her palms to her cheeks and heaved a big sigh of relief. She was glad that he was gone, but somewhere deep down, she felt a melancholy pang in her heart that their time spent today are cut short by the unexpected anticlimactic nosebleed. Nevertheless, she felt that she could be comfortable around him. Unlike the men in the precinct, he was very accepting. He was different from other people who judge. The more she thought about it the more she felt her heart racing. Maintaining composure, she returned to where the girls are sleeping.