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Hakuba smiled as he was pulled into KID ans finally he wrapped his arms around him, eyes closing as relief filled him. This was all he needed to know, with how stubborn the other was being, that just by his words, he’d lost the game; Hakuba knew he was truly loved. That this was real, and it was silly and stupid but it meant the world to him. This was real, Kaito was his, all of this.

He wanted to cry himself.

He pressed back when he was kissed, even though it only lasted a moment. “No, thank you.” He ran a gloved hand up into the others hair, knocking his hat off, not caring, just wanting to touch and feel. “I’m sorry I cheated.” He smiled. “I know, I know you do and I thank you so much for doing so.” He could feel the tears, but he didn’t care. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

“I told you I wouldn’t stop trying. I’m just glad you didn’t take me up on that offer, then. To make me stop.”

He didn’t mind the top hat falling to the ground either, letting out a soft sound as his detective’s hand pushed it away to move through his hair, though he did glance at it from his position on Hakuba’s shoulder to make sure it wasn’t going to fall off the tower. Sure, he had more, but he… Well, no need to worry if it just bounced and rolled a short distance away. Focus more on the one who loved him.

Even the thought made the thief’s heart overflow with happiness.

Love.

Yes, he’d known Hakuba loved him, and that the other had known his feelings for quite some time… But knowing and actually hearing the words said aloud were like being in two very different areas, One, he knew the limits of, and that he could mostly keep himself grounded enough to accept. The other….

The other, hearing Hakuba say the words he himself gave out freely, made him uncaring as to how much he showed, how much he did, how far he went. Hakuba loved him, was holding him, could kiss him. It was  completely different from how they’d first acted towards each other, when Hakuba would likely already not be breathing from what they were currently doing, what they’d done.

And Kid loved him back. This person who’d always taunt his classmate about being a thief. The detective who had called him from France just to drop a thief a few hints. The teen who put up with more than the average share of teasing. The one who made him want to show off for an audience of one, to bring him into his life and drop the masks, fill in the gap he put between himself and others., if only for this one person to get across.

The tears weren’t stopping and he tightened his arms. The thief just wanted to stay like this and never let go of his detective, this overwhelming feeling, and the warmth.

He was glad he lost, for once.