Aoko was so angry at herself as she finally managed to reach the roof of the high building in her Kid costume. She was really lucky that no one saw her like that. Who would know, what her father had thought of her, if he saw her in that outfit.

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Kid suddenly heard a noise behind him and looked down from his perch above the rooftop door. He raised an eyebrow at the outfit, smiling slightly. There were always a few who attended his heists in the costume. though, they usually weren’t allowed inside….

He blinked and looked a bit closer.

Is that….?

The thief choked back a laugh. Why on earth was she in that getup?

“Flattering though it may be, I don’t think wearing that on nights when people are searching for one in the same costume is the best idea, ojou-san. Wouldn’t want to cause you any unneeded trouble, after all.”

He moved to the edge of the section to let her notice him, his cape waving around behind him.

She slowly closed her eyes.

“No, I won’t.” she said as she clung onto his jacket. “I’d be happy, if you’d not lie to me. I…I want…you to stay.”

She wasn’t really sure, what she was doing right now. But it somehow felt right to her. Aoko wouldn’t fight against it. It just felt so right.

A part of him still hoped Aoko would push him away. It wasn’t as if Kaito didn’t want to do this, but… didn’t she hate Kid? Why did she seem perfectly willing to allow this….

For better or worse, though, that part wasn’t the one in control right now. Kaito wasn’t sure if it was because of the Kid persona, or his own desire, that made him continue, hand slowly slidding its way to the back of her neck, pushing through Aoko’s hair.

“But, ojou-san, don’t you know?” The thief got even closer, until he could feel her breath on his mouth.

“A humble thief tells no lies,” he finished, just before he shut his own eyes, closing what was left of the space between them and gently pressing his lips to her own.