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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…" 

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He turned back on him fire in his eyes. “What? I’m not taking the monocle back so don’t even try to push that on to me …”

The detective came to a full stop at that, heart pounding, eyes wild and cautious like a stag unsure if it should fight or flee the wolf before it. 

“I’m not going to! But the other thing you said… I do! I DO want you, too.” Hakuba huffed, not quite standing down, but letting the anger dissipate. “And I have for… a very long… time, now… Kuroba-kun. And I…”

Hakuba looked down at the floor, defensive posture turning to more neutral, then submissive posture, awkwardly reaching up to rub the side of his neck.