Gosh, it hadn’t been long since Conan turned into Shinichi, but he was enjoying it already. The annoying thing about it, though, was the fact he barely had any clothes for himself. Most of his wardrobe by now consisted of clothes for his 6-year-old self, and, well… he wasn’t going to go home soon for his normal clothes. That meant he had to go shopping. Not that it was a problem for his wallet. On the contrary: Shinichi was very wealthy.

Damn, it had been a long time since he shopped for normal clothes. Where to start? What were his sizes again? Perhaps he should just try something on and see how it goes. Maybe that would be for the best. He’s rather not focus on this too much, he had more important matters besides this, after all. His investigation wasn’t progressing at all!

But maybe he was struck in thought too much, as he accidentally bumped into another person. Oof! A groan left him, but everything he was holding in his hands fell to the ground. A pair of pants, two shirts and a sweater. Disastrous.