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He peeked up and rested his chin on his knees. He was still red in the face, neck and ears but he gave Hakuba a side ways glance. His gaze traveled from his eyes to him mouth and Kaito had the urge to kiss him again. Still watching his mouth he spoke again. Alluringly , quietly.
“And you feel the same?”

That it wasn’t an answer to his question confused the detective, but he shook his head to refocus, then nodded. Which was likely even more confusing in and of itself. “Ah, I… I do, yes. I mean, wait.”  Hakuba had to pause to consider, restacking the information from what they’d both sort of more or less said and acted upon. Was he correct in his deduction, then? Scratch that, had he made a deduction just yet?

“What I mean to say is… yes, I’ve liked you for a very long time. Romantically, if you mean specifically, but the admiration has been there for ages. I thought… I thought that it was obvious for someone as keen and observant as you, and that your continued wariness of me was a clear sign of disinterest." 

He then sighed, reaching a hand for Kaito’s shoulder, head tilting in concern. ”…Also, how often are you going to end up crouched down like this because of me? It can’t be good for your injury.“ 

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Kaito observed him from where he stood. His anger completely gone now left him drained. So Hakuba liked him. He … liked …. In a matter of minutes his face was blood red and he was tipping backwards wide eyed in shock. Catching himself in mid-tip he crouched low to the floor and shook.

What had he done? Confess? But! He never liked the detective like THAT …. right? Squeezing his eyes shut he really had to focus on thinking about it. No …. he did like him like that. Had always liked him like that.

Somewhere in Europe his mother was so mumbling ‘I told you so.’

Hakuba watched him, blinking, and felt his ears turn pink. His fair English skin did little to protect him from the displays of embarrassment, and he stood there for a moment, awkwardly just watching him. Then he glanced down the hallway to see if anyone else had caught their conversation, but it all seemed deserted.

Too deserted. He groaned, fingers moving through his hair again. The staff probably all knew by now, and Baaya had always known. But what did that mean…? 

The detective swallowed hard, looking back down to Kaito. “Ah… K-Kuroba…” he said, voice soft as he stepped closer, moving to crouch down next to him. “Are… you all right?”

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Watching him with a blank expression he took Hakuba’s face in his and lean up to him. His mouth pressed and sealed against his in a kiss. For a while his stood there then he slowly let go and stepped back.  ”Like that. That’s what I meant.”

A kiss… Hakuba met it with eyes wide open in surprise, bright red color overtaking his cheeks once again. It felt, strangely, like the ground giving way just in front of you, washing away the crisp and curling snow in an avalanche down several thousand feet of sheer cliff face.

Feet firmly planted, the detective shivered, blinked, and breathlessly whispered, “Y-yes… yes, then. Like that." 

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His anger deflated like a popped balloon. Kaito blinked then narrowed his eyes at him. “Huh?”

Hakuba took a half step back, embarrassed as he dragged his hand upward into his hair, awkwardly scratching his head as he looked anywhere but Kaito. “I… I’ve had a crush on you since… god, since… and I, well… I…”  

He let out a breath, desperately attempting to collect his thoughts and force them into something more coherent. If he were giving a confession, after all this time, he’d better damn well do it right. Wait, was this a confession? What if Kuroba had meant something else entirely?!

“Assuming that’s what you meant? I mean, I of course care for you regardless, but I don’t want to be presumptuous…"