He paled and rose from the counter. He brought the glass in and cup both of his hands around it all the while wondering if he had spoken too soon; made an assumption. Maybe he should have asked for permission? From Hakuba or maybe Baaya? This was so new for him. He had never dated anyone before. Never liked anyone this much before to try.
“I thought … well I assumed that was what happens after you …. I’m sorry … I just … thought that was what you wanted as well. I mean if you don’t want to that’s …. okay so that would really fucking suck but I can wait. I’ve been waiting since high school so … ” He tried to smile but it felt so awkward. He couldn’t help but to think that this is what he got for jumping ahead. “I want to. Can we? May we … I mean.” He sighed and raked a jittery hand through his already messy hair.
It all left him dumbfounded, even though Hakuba should have been prepared for this. It took him a few seconds before he looked back at Kaito, staring. “You, Kuroba Kaito, want… me to be… your boyfriend?” A brief pause. “You… want me. Boyfriend. Is that what you’re saying? B-but what if I’m to go to Oxford? That’s… that’s four years at least and…”
Hakuba stepped forward so that he could set the wine glass down, now unable to be certain of his grip. “You’re asking me out?"
He almost looked faint, as if the concept were so vastly removed from reality that he couldn’t believe it. Not incredulously, though; no, he was just stunned. He now knew that Kaito liked him, yes, but liking someone and wanting to date them were two entirely different things. The latter required commitment. Was he able to give that? Was Kaito?
"You really want to? You’d be my boyfriend, and I yours?"