Shuichi had been grappling with his feelings for a long time...but really, who could blame him? Kaito was so..perfect..

Hah, who's lying? He's far from. Kaito was an incredibly flawed man.

But still, without Kaito, Shuichi would be...

..Well, nevermind. Those thoughts didn't matter.

Shuichi had just confessed, after all. He should be scheduling an anxiety attack for Kaito's response, not wallow in self-pity and—

"The fuck?"

Kaito looked at Shuichi, his expression shifting from surprise to confusion, and then to concern. "Wait, what? Shuichi, are you serious right now?" rubbed the back of his neck, frustration bubbling over. "Us? Together? You're my sidekick, man! That's just...no way! I don't swing that way— Like, at all!"

Kaito felt his stomach turn at the thought, and his voice rose in frustration. "Two guys together? That’s just... ugh, can't you see how wrong that is? It's just gross, man..."