Kaito sniffed and prayed he wasn’t getting sick. “Well, I usually spend Christmas alone.”
That was how it had been for the past five or seven years. At least when his mother started travelling more. It was hard those first years but he finally got used to it. Stay at home with a small real tree with little light and even smaller amount of decorations, a homemade Christmas cake and music playing in the background. He was alone. That always struck him the most. Especially when all he had to do was look out the windows and see families cuddled together.
He hunched down even more, glanced to the side to see the shops, and slowed to a stop. It was the red that caught is eye. A deep red scarf was wrapped around a mannequins neck and fluttered down near its waist. The price was way out of his reach though and all he could do was imagine what it would look like on him. Sighing he shivered against the cold and stared at it longingly.
The answer surprised him. Hakuba frowned, taken aback, and didn’t say anything for a moment, particularly when Kaito came to a halt in front of the next window. Awkwardly, he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to come up with something to offer that would make it better, but he wasn’t having much success.
“Ah, well, I suppose… ah…” Part of him wanted to invite Kaito to come home with him. He was certain that there could be accommodations made, that his mother would be more than happy to have a guest, and that it would make the holiday much more enjoyable for his classmate. But then, Hakuba also knew that there was no way he could ever convince Kaito to go with him.
…besides, what they’d been saying in class was true. The rumors and little teasing whispers. He did have a thing for Kuroba, and it was against his policy to date classmates, or act on crushes, or anything of that ilk, so it was completely out of the question. Besides, Kaitou KID.
His thoughts derailed, however, as his gaze settled on the item that Kaito was so focused on. “Hm… are you looking at that scarf?” Hakuba asked, leaning over him to get a better look, brushing against his shoulder.