“I really do like you.” He mumbled and sat back. He was still leaning over the other as he watched him. Hesitantly he shifted forward just slightly so their noses could brush. Then he waited for Hakuba to moved. Either to move forward and complete the kiss or push him back.
In that moment, Hakuba found that he was holding his breath again, eyes on Kaito’s, so very, very close together. He liked him. Kuroba liked him. He was there. He could kiss him. They already had kissed. Rather, Kuroba had kissed him. It was exciting, it was brilliant, it was nearly so perfect. Yet still he hesitated.
“Kuroba-kun…” he said in a whisper.
There were so many questions left, so many very complicated factors and things to consider. And though his eyes closed halfway and he leaned closer, ever closer, he was still far too aware to lose himself completely– which allowed him to see Baaya coming down the hallway.
Hakuba straightened up immediately, hand moving from Kaito’s back to his shoulder as he grasped him, pushing him away with a little laugh, though he held on. “R-really, we should get to the parlor…” he said, eyes wide and face flushed. “Oh look, here’s Baaya now! Is the cake all ready?”
“…indeed it is, Young Master…"