1. Aokos POV (1/2)

a/n: hello everyone. this is my first fanfiction, so i'm super self-conscience *^* well, more than usual. reviews are appreciated. thank you! xd

disclaimer: if magic kaito and/or detective conan were mine, all the couples would already be madly in love with each other *3*

with him, it was always like that.

wherever they went, he always flipped her skirt. it didn't matter what time, or which season it was. he never seemed to care that in 100 degree weather, no one would be bothered to chase him around for it. but she never wanted to

eak the tradition, so she always did.

people told her to stop wearing skirts.

but aoko nakamori was, as far as she was concerned, a plain girl. she only had a couple of things to define herself as. her blue eyes, her messy

own hair, her famous mop, and, her mop chases with kaito.

plus, the skirt flipping was definitely the only thing that made her stand out in front of kaito. kaito had anything and everything he'd ever wanted. aoko was still trying to figure out why kaito had chosen to flip her skirt. why he had chose to stop that faithful day long ago to talk to her. to share all those experiences with her. why, when he had all of those beautiful girls lining up for him, including akako (who scared aoko a lot, but that's aside from the point), that he'd give her his full attention everyday with their bickering, skirt flipping chases and kid debates.

not that she was complaining.

she loved his tricks that always surprised her in every way. she loved how if he wanted to, he could really be a good caring friend. she loved how he was absolutely terrified of fish. aoko loved everything about her best friend, even how his hair slung to the right when he was sleeping. (of course she didn't look on purpose. t-there was just a spider on his head, that's all.) she also loved his faithful fan side of him that supported kid. and how he always was in denial with hakuba about something.