He froze and blinked. He felt him leave his grasp and the sudden thoughts of him not being good enough rattled him. His arms fell and hung by his sides. Thank Gods for his poker face and quick training. Everything was slammed back and down with a short laugh and a smile.
“Sure.” He replied easily.
Hakuba had said he liked him and even agreed to how but …. Kaito turned and watched the yard out side the window. The stillness of the night and the simplicity of it. Everything the detective reacted like was not the way he excepted. He almost regretted …. No he could never regret that brief kiss he stole but he had damaged their already brittle friendship then he would have to suffer the consequences and stop wishing for something that probably wasn’t there. At least not truly.
He looked back to the detective and resolved that he wasn’t going to touch him unless Hakuba did first least he completely destroy each each other.
Hakuba busied himself getting the cork remover out of the drawer, setting it on the counter with a huff. He knew that he’d mucked it up again. How many times had this been? But his nerves were so shot and he’d thought that they were going to table all of this for later, because it was all wrapped up together and how could he possibly separate one from the other and– and– ??
The detective finally gave an exaggerated sigh, leaning down to rest his forehead on the counter, arms folding over the back of his neck in defeat. “Kuroba-kun,” he muttered, voice muffled by the polished surface. “You couldn’t have picked a worse person to fall for, honestly, my god I’m so incredibly awkward and…”
He sighed again. And then a third time.
“Am I even allowed to kiss you?” Hakuba said, feeling as though he were asking the most ridiculous question ever in the world. He gave a moan of despair, then furiously scrubbed at the back of his hair with his fingers, wishing for all the world that he could hide.
“MY GOD I’m usually so much better at this…!"