she crosses her arms while furrowing her eyebrows – faking irritation as easily as he fakes being insulted as, just like kaito, the grin on her lips betrays her. however, when kaito makes a rose appear being sticking into her hair, kazuha can’t help but blush.
still, despite her blush ( and the slight quickening of her heart – she doesn’t usually like to show it when she’s flattered, but it should be okay once in a while, right ? ), she raises an eyebrow at kaito’s comment. ‘ if so, does that mean ya’ll be usin’ the FRONT door from now on, since now i should expect ya to come visit me through the balcony ? ’
He’s smug at her blush; even if she doesn’t say it out loud, he knows she’s pleased, and that just strokes his ego all the more.
(Not that he’ll ever admit it, but is also assuages his fears- he wants to make her happy, even when it’s hard to admit that much without hiding it behind a wall of teasing like he had always done with Aoko, and sometimes it’s hard.)
“Nope, because now you expect me to use the front door since I showed you my logic. I can’t use the balcony door though, either, so maybe I should find some other place. Do you have any recommendations? The roof, perhaps?”
