Kaito couldn’t believe it. Hakuba Saguru, the famous high school detective, hadn’t realized that he had picked the table with a sprig of mistletoe hanging above it for Christmas. Well, Kaito himself hadn’t noticed it until he just happened to glance up, but didn’t detectives notice everything? He dismissed the possibility that the other had chosen it on purpose.
“Hey, Hakuba,” he said, leaning across the table and wiggling his fingers over the menu the detective was studying. When it was lowered, Kaito grinned, stretching further to kiss his companion.
“Mistletoe,” he explained, pointing at the plant.
Whether Hakuba had chosen the spot on purpose or not was difficult to tell. Had he known, which he might have, about the plant’s position, he certainly hadn’t expected Kaito to do anything about it. After all, Mistletoe was more of a thing from western culture, wasn’t it? And yet…
The detective blushed scarlet, and glanced up at the ‘offending’ plant with wide eyes, glancing back to his classmate after. What was he supposed to do now?! He hadn’t planned that far ahead.
“A-ah… so… so it is.” Hakuba looked back down at the menu and gulped, then laughed. If he wasn’t careful, he would give himself entirely away. “I didn’t realize that you were so well-versed in Christmas tradition, Kuroba-kun. I’m impressed.”
Nice save.
…Maybe.