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Pairing: K. Kaito x N. Aoko

mmmmình hong có biết tại sao nó lại là tiếng anh nha... viết trong cơn phê pha lúc 5h sáng nên nó bị ngáo ngáo á

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a hand tangled in the soft of her hair, a hand placed on the small of her back: kuroba kaito experiences what true bliss feels like.

aoko is hugging him.

and she is soft and she is warm and kaito loves her too much to let go.

as he takes in the faint aroma of her shampoo that he has grown all too familiar with, he forgets how to breathe. the sight before him looks too real, too aoko for it to just be another dream of his and far too aoko for it to be anything else but comforting, so he gladly lets his eyes flutter shut. her delighted giggles and teases, the slight wriggling of her clothes as she shuffles in his tightening hold, the steady pounding of her heartbeat and the frantic beating of his; kaito let them pour into his ears like honey, blocking out all the background noise. and he himself holds her, holds her like he was born to, holds her like his hands were created solely to embrace her figure, holds her as if his life depends on it, holds her as if  nothing else in the world matters.

kaito chose to be vulnerable: shutting off the nose that scented danger, putting the eyes that looked out for trouble to rest, choosing to go nearly deaf to focus on her, and busying his hands with her instead of the usual card gun or lock picks.

it was all a conscious choice. one he would choose over and over again, even if that meant his demise; because with her he's only kuroba kaito, and all a kuroba kaito needed to do was hug nakamori aoko with all his might.

and so as his work looks seemingly far too pleasant, kaito treads on the dangerous territory of wondering, just 'cause he's an adrenaline junkie like that.

how does aoko feel when he returns her hug, maybe a little too enthusiastically for it to be normal? can she tell how much of an effect she has on him? or can she not notice the wild beast that is his heart, pounding madly against his ribcage, begging to be let out?

would she mind, if he did something more than just hug her?

because his hands itch to do so, they really do, all day every day.

because holding a nakamori aoko isn't enough, he wants to hold his nakamori aoko.

because all in all, he can't take just hugging, he craves more intimacy.

because kaito doesn't want it to just be his hands one in her hair and one on her back, he wants them to be one tangled between the grooves of her fingers, the other gently placed on her blushing cheeks as his lips stay locked with hers.

...that isn't something he could confidently admit out loud for like, another five years, but silence and secrecy have never calmed that little wave of desire; instead feeding into it, fueling it into the tsunami that it is now.

he can't come clean with his emotions yet, not so soon, not when he is still burdened by that damned stone and that stupid gang in trench coats. but he promises – on a thief's honor, or a magician's, or just kuroba kaito's, whichever aoko preferred – that he would give her everything and more after this fight ends.

a proper confession, a ring that matches his, his "i do", his first name, the best honeymoon anyone could ever have, this endless love of his for her are just a few of the things that he has already planned on gifting aoko.

(humanity should be grateful aoko wasn't evil, because if she asked him to burn the whole world down, he would. like a compass, his morals revolve around her.)

but all of that is for future kaito to take care of. right now, all kaito has to care about is the human embodiment of vividity, of life, of warmth, of comfort, and of bliss in his arms – about aoko in his arms.

aoko is hugging him, and kaito revels in the high.