He tried to shy away from the touch, from the warmth but couldn’t find the strength in his legs. Out of all the places he could have touch, it had to be the back of his neck. Wait …WAIT. Never mind any place Hakuba Saguru shouldn’t be touching him at all. He bow his head away from the other’s gaze in a failed attempt to hide his red cheeks and ears.
“Shut the hell up, Hakuba,” It was supposed to come out as a threat. He intended it to come out that way. Instead it sounded like a breathy whine and Kaito was kicking himself in the head for it.
“Yes, yes, right, right,” came Hakuba’s flippant reply. Once he made sure that he’d thoroughly rubbed Kaito’s cheeks, then ears, he adjusted Kaito’s collar, then retied the scarf as if nothing were wrong. “There."
And then he did something that even he didn’t expect, leaning in to place the smallest of kisses on Kaito’s forehead.
Blinking, he pulled back, glanced around, and then stepped once to the side, then over to where he’d set the school bags down without further comment, picking them up out of the snow, eyes wide, expression frozen in rabbit-panic.
He gave a cough. "Ahem. L-let’s go.”