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The laughter was knew and Kaito stare at him. A small bubble of happiness burst and warmed his chest and a goofy grim spread across his face just at the sound of it. Waling over to him quickly he wrapped his arms around him in a bear hug and burred his face there. “Damn it ,I really do like you.”

The sudden hug surprised him, as many things had that evening, and Hakuba hesitated, blinking at him, before awkwardly putting his arms back around him. “I’m… glad for that,” he said, and laughed, nerves far too present in his voice for his taste. He didn’t want to be nervous, he wanted to be suave and calm and collected! But he couldn’t even stop the bit of a tremble that ran through him, being so close to Kuroba. 

He wanted a cigarette. But at least he could have the wine. Hakuba glanced at it with longing, then laughed again, rubbing his hands over the back of Kaito’s shoulders. Debating what to do only made his own blush worse; the options were all embarrassing and scary and he felt so helpless being hugged. 

“Kuroba-kun?” Hakuba finally asked, looking down at him, hoping that it would draw the other to look up. 

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Kaito watched him confusion slowly coming across his face,  the realization, then the embarrassment at him jumping to a conclusion. Exhaling sharply he scratched the back of his neck. “We’re a pair aren’t we. I swear I have never had problems talking or flirting with other people why is it that when ever I’m around you I can’t think straight, or say what I want to. I’m just fumbling around. I feel like an bumbling idiot. Who just keeps trip and crashing over and into everything. I’m sorry I’ve really made a mess of things, haven’t I?”

He gave him a small embarrassed grin.

The detective stared at him for half a moment, then burst out laughing. “My god, you say that to the one who has actually been tripping over everything tonight!" His shoulder shook as he laughed, bringing a hand up to try to cover his mouth and muffle the sound, but it was difficult to hold back. "The fumbling at your arrival, the disaster at dinner, the argument in my bedroom, the literal tripping in the hallway, nearly dropping the wine just now…”

Hakuba sighed, giggles still rolling out of him as he shook his head, pressing a hand to his forehead. “I don’t usually have these troubles, either. Just with you, you damned… whatever you are.” He paused. “See? I can’t even come up with some kind of clever quip. It really isn’t fair how you disarm me so. You at least aren’t blushing nearly as much as I am.”

Another pause. “Almost, but not quite.”

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Kaito felt his face flush and he swung his head to look at the detective. Miffed that he wasn’t being taken seriously. “You think I’m joking.”

Far more insulted than he should have been he crossed over to him and shoved the wine into his hands. “Do you think of me as a fool? That I can’t be serious? Hakuba …of course I’m a romantic. I’m a magician  for gods” 

He sighed and ran a hand threw his hair. He had to stop what he was saying before he said something he was going to regret.

“I like you.” He said it as clearly and as serious as he could with his face burning as bad as it was. 

Uh.

Hakuba fumbled, setting plate back, holding onto the wine with wide eyes, and stared at Kaito. Flustered didn’t even quite cover what he was or how he felt, struggling to set the plate and the wine down without losing either, panicked. “W-wait, Kuroba-kun, I… no, I…”

God! He was so bad at this! Where was all of that charm and allure that he had when courting others? Dammit, he was so frustrated! 

“I know you’re a romantic, I was joking. Trying to lighten the air again… I… I suppose I should really stop trying to do that, because all that I’ve managed so far is to upset you.” The detective ran his hands through his hair as he spoke, then down his neck, hanging his head afterward. Then he peeked up at Kaito afterward, biting his lip, pleading.

“I didn’t mean to insult you. I believe you. I know you can be just as serious and romantic and whatever else as you like, and… aha, I’m just not certain what to do with all of the attention. Wine. Wine and then… then I’ll be all right, you’ll see!”

Digging a hole for himself, Hakuba looked back at the bottle and gestured to it, almost knocking it over in the process, flailing, righting it. “Bloody hell!”

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“Sounds great.” He squeaked.

Standing where he was he glanced around nervously before looking up at the detective. His expression fell slightly serious and he shifted lightly from the heel of his feet to the balls. He licked his lips quickly before speaking quietly.  ”What I said was true. I really do promise that.”

He turned his head to the side and blushed completely.  

Hakuba blinked at him again, lifting one of the plates to offer it to him, hesitating. “To… take care of me?” he asked, completely unsure if Kaito really meant it or if he was being so forward to make a joke. Blush already burned on, all that he could do was hunch his shoulders, awkward smile twitching. 

“Come on, now, Kuroba-kun…” he said, and laughed, trying to play it off as a joke. “If you’re not careful, I’ll start to think that you’re a romantic or something… and, ah, then I’ll have to change the film we’re watching.”