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Hakuba cleared his throat and made his way over to the china cabinet, opening up the bottom and brought out his class chess board and walked back towards the couch, setting it down on the coffee table and taking a seat opposite of the other. “During our games you may say the word check and checkmate.” Hakuba set up the pieces, taking white for himself and making Kuroba black.

Though this wasn’t really what he wanted to be doing, but he would not give into those urges. It would never end well, no matter how badly his body seemed to want it; touch. He wanted to be touched and to touch, to feel, but he couldn’t have that. Skin to skin contact made him feel the urge to throw up, and if it ever happened, he was sure he would. These were limitations, but they were livable ones.

Or they had been, before he met Kuroba.

He lifted his head as Hakuba came back with the board, a small frown appearing for a moment before fading. While he knew how to play, and he wasn’treally all that bad at it… it definitely wasn’t the type of game he preferred playing.

But he shifted to face the board, ringing softly as he did, and poked at the top of the black king to make it wobble a bit before putting his hands in his lap and looking over at the detective.