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It was a quiet day for class 2-B of Ekoda High. Too quiet. One Kuroba Kaito was sitting in his seat, a suspiciously pleasant smile on his face. His eyes fixated on the board, hand raised to answer the teacher’s questions instead of throwing glitter bombs as he would any normal day.
When Nakamori Aoko had heroically taken on the duty of poking the boy with a mop, for science, any member of the class would explain, his only response was a questioning look before continuing to responsibly work on the exercises. This did absolutely nothing to ease his peer’s nerves. Any other day, sure, they could believe that he had taken the day off from making their school life miserable. But today? A collective shiver went through the classroom, only excluding Hakuba, Koizumi, Nakamori and the culprit of a crime they had yet to uncover, who was currently blinking innocently at his childhood friend, who was, quite creatively one might add, throwing curse words at Kaito while aiming her phone’s flashlight at his face.
// ten days earlier //
It wasn’t that Kaito particularly enjoyed watching people suffer. Fine, setting off a glitter bomb or two in the classroom had, at this point, become as much a part of the lesson plan as math or english were. And maybe his classmates came to school shivering at the thought of what havoc he thought to wreak next..
Who was he kidding? He totally enjoyed their agony.
Which brought the boy to face one particular problem. April Fool’s day was coming faster than he’d like it to. He had, a glance at the calendar hanging on the kitchen wall told him, exactly ten days left to prepare. This wasn’t a problem in itself. In recent years, the first of April was filled to the brim with chaos and tomfoolery, each year trumping the prior one by at least a hundred miles. How he hadn't been at least suspended yet, who knew. But he didn’t dare question the higher power keeping him from facing the consequences of his actions.
Now, the actual issue was not that he didn’t have any ideas for this year's April Fool’s Day. Far from it. He had already prepared two entire spreadsheets dedicated to listing all the most ruthless pranks he could think of. And while yes, he could easily put those into motion, where was the fun in that? At this point, his classmates already knew what was coming, some even opting to skip school on that fateful day entirely.
So, getting to the point, they already expected a day dedicated to glitter-related shenanigans, pigeons chucking water balloons at them, he had even overheard his teachers discussing temporarily sealing the classroom windows shut. Which, fine, he might have given the poor educators one scare too much by jumping out the window instead of, in their words, “using the door like any normal person would”.
Sure. Like any boring person would. his brain substituted helpfully.
And if his audience already knew what was coming, well, it just lacked a certain flair he was aiming to achieve. Or, in other words, there was just no fun in that.
So, Kaito sipped on his hot chocolate, what would they expect the least? After a few moments of thought, a grin spread itself on the boy’s face. Yes, he supposed that could work.
// present day //
When Kaito arrived at school he noted multiple things.
1. Only about two thirds of his classmates were present. The rest had, as anticipated, decided that the risk of receiving beautiful, in Kaito’s humble opinion, brightly colored hair or losing an eyebrow, which had only happened once so far, the prankster’s inexplicable hatred for their british peer was beyond them and they didn’t dare ask, was just not worth showing up today.
2. Those who were present were armed with pillows, bicycle helmets, some, inspired by Aokos antics, were sporting comically large mops.
Today, Kaito decided, would be fun.
The first period was not even over yet, and Kaito already had to stop himself from cackling with glee. Aoko was trying and failing to interrogate him, flashlight to his face and cursing like a particularly inspired sailor. Multiple people had escaped to the bathroom, even the teacher seemed to be bracing for what was to come.
At some point, Aoko had stopped trying to pry info out of him and returned to her seat. While class continued like usual, the magician could practically feel the weary eyes of his classmates on him. And the more time passed the more on edge they became.
During their third period, they were learning about the structure of DNA, Kaito sneezed.
Someone screamed.
This was going better than he ever could’ve imagined.
Lunch, in comparison, was rather uneventful. He was sitting in the cafeteria with Aoko and Haku-bastard, the latter apparently having decided that he was invited.
(He very much was not, thank you very much). Kaito was struggling to keep his eye from twitching at the presence of the blonde, whose eyes seemed to be dissecting him like he was just another case file.
Oh how the brunette wished he could throw something at the Brit.
A glitter bomb, a bucket of water, a chair.. anything, really.
But he was dedicated to his role. Instead, he opted to glare in Habkuba’s general direction as soon as Aoko stopped paying attention for a second. Hakuba noticed, Kaito was certain. Yet he made no move to correct his obvious mistake of existing within a one-mile-radius of his prankster-classmate.
What a bitch.
When the last period finally rolled around, the class seemed to have somewhat relaxed. Not in the sense that they stopped side-eyeing Kaito every chance they got, but some had at least dared to take off their helmets.
Unfortunately for them, this was only the damning quiet before the storm.
It wasn’t Kaito’s fault, really. More of an unfortunate chain reaction he triggered.
He had dropped his pencil and made the foolish choice of standing up just a tad too quickly.
Aoko, almost out of reflex, yeeted a large gummy fish (and where did she even get that from??) in his general direction.
She hit her target.
Headshot.
Kaito shrieked.
His classmates lunged at him.
What followed could only be described as a mess made of mops being swung, chairs being thrown and books being stabbed. Kaito, who had decided to bail the first chance he got, was watching the chaos from the ventilation system above the classroom.
His peers had yet to realize the target of their outburst was missing. From what he could see, Hakuba and Kouzumi had also managed to flee to safety. A shame, really.
Aoko, always the responsible one, was currently attempting to calm the class. A mop was flung her way. She caught it and broke it in two with ease. Kaito shivered.
At some point, Kaito’s peers realised that the magician was gone. The chaos calmed. Their teacher, positively at the end of her nerves, just dismissed her students.
When Aoko reached the front gate of Ekoda High, Kaito was already waiting for her. Save to say, the rest of their walk home was spent with intense, mop-related combat.
In the evening, while setting the dinner table, Nakamori Ginzo had attempted to ask the teenagers about their day. When both just started laughing, he smartly decided not to question it any further. He wasn’t that adamant on getting more grey hairs then that damn Kaitou KID was already giving him.
And if Kaito was, while eating dinner, already thinking about next year’s April Fool’s Day, no one but him needed to know.