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Kaito froze wide eyed as the other wrapped the scarf around his neck. His breathing increase quietly as he stared at him. Slowly he blinked and looked down at the cloth. Hakuba’s scent and his cologne surrounded him and the weight of the fabric felt like arms wrapped around his neck. The image of Hakuba hold him gently and enveloping him had Kaito blushing from under is collar to his hairline. He angled his head back and furrowed his brow to kept from burying his nose in scarf and made small little choked squeaks from his throat as he tried to say something.

Hakuba watched his classmate while he struggled, then smiled, satisfied. “Good! That’s what I thought. Let’s continue on, then, shall we? If you’ve really been all that cold, this should help. Cashmere, as I said. Burberry. It’s very nice, and now you can try it for yourself!”

As if that really fixed anything. 

The detective pushed past him to continue on their path, chipper once again, trying to forget just how cute he was all bundled up like that. “Come along, come along~!" 

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He jumped when the fabric brushed against his cheek. Glare up at the detective he stopped walking and nearly punched him. “I don’t want or need your pity, Hakuba!”

It was a good thing that they were both burdened by the bags of supplies. Hakuba glared right back at Kaito, shifting the bags so that he could use both hands to wrap the scarf around Kaito’s neck. “Yes, yes, I’m well aware, you’re very independent and strong and you don’t need someone to help you or protect you or provide for you or anything of the kind, I understand." 

The detective attempted to get it successfully tied before stepping back and out of Kaito’s reach, though he knew that the shorter one was easily faster than he was. 

"There.” He huffed. “Do you feel better?”

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He spun around and faced him again not because Hakuba called to him because he was to damn annoyed to consider actually thinking straight. This time he didn’t slip and looked like a sick child ready to throw a temper tantrum.  ”Why? So you can make fun of me again?! Or to rub your money in my face. Trust me Hakuba I know what you have.” He sighed and felt his energy vanish as fast as it came. “Forget it. Just forget it.” 

He turned back around and started to shuffle off. He was too cold and too tired and too frustrated with everything to do much else. Anger had its perks and its cons. When it came he was warm again when it left it just left him drained and even colder. He sneezed and tired to bundle up again.

“Can we just go? Please … please?”

“I really hadn’t meant to do any of those things,” Hakuba stammered, voice pleading, though the longer Kaito remained fixated on it, the more heated were his defenses. “I didn’t want to make fun of you, and I don’t care about the money, I didn’t mean to…" 

The detective huffed, steam coming out as a cloud from his mouth in the chilly air. "Don’t turn your back on me, Kuroba-kun!” he said, shuffling after him with Something To Prove– which couldn’t be done if Kaito just kept walking away. 

“We are going, but we’re supposed to go together and… and…” Frustrated, Hakuba began to untie his own scarf, shopping bags banging against each other and his sides with the violent effort. Finally, once it was free, he thrust it at Kaito, right over his shoulder and from behind, since Hakuba was so tall. 

“Here! Take it!" 

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Red faced Kaito glared at him. “Jerk.”

He pushed away from the glass and hurried down the side walk. Not everyone was rich and could afford nice clothes. He clenched the bags of stuff in his hurting hands and tried to bury himself deeper in his useless coat. He felt so … inadequate standing near the other. Like a pauper and a prince. A prince with a chauvinistic pig like attitude and little care for the little middle class thief walking beside him. Not that he knew he was a thief. That wasn’t the point here. No, the point he was trying to establish was that Hakuba was a jerk.

“…Jerk?" Hakuba was stunned, staring, and it took him a moment to realize that Kaito had left. "Ah- hey! Kuroba-kun! Wait for me!”

The detective scurried after the thief, lips pressed in a frown. He had to sort of shuffle to keep hold of everything in his arms while keeping his hands in the warmth of his pockets. He hadn’t meant to offend Kaito, though as he chased after, it sort of dawned on him that perhaps he had.

“Ah, apologies, I hadn’t meant to sound so critical, it’s just that burberry is… well, it’s, cashmere! You know what I mean?" 

Because that really fixes anything, right? 

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He jumped back from the window as if it bite him and slammed into the other back. He felt his breath hitch and froze before he jumped and slipped on ice. He caught himself against the glass and just glared at red faced. He had been caught indulging in a moment of fantasy. Turning so his back wasn’t to there other he just hung his head embarrassed beyond belief.

That was enough confirmation for Hakuba, who simply looked at him, body unmoving against the bump of the other, though he reached out a hand to help steady him. Ice was something that he was used to, so he did the action without a second thought, so distracted by the object of Kaito’s attention. 

He leaned closer still, eyes narrowing as he inspected it. “Hmm…” he said, putting on his critical gaze. “It’s no burberry, but it does seem like it’s a fine enough scarf, yes…” Without thinking about it, he used his free hand to stroke the cashmere around his neck fondly. He had to admit that the color was very nice; Kaito had good taste.

“But then, nothing compares to burberry, does it?"