Kuro’s fingers gripped the back of his jacket, “if we leave at the same time people might get the wrong idea about you. You know, closet and all.”
Amused was the laugh that came out of Dasai, “you saying I’m in the closet?”
Confused, he glanced upwards in question. “No, th-that’s not what I meant! I-I only meant that teenagers make out in closets at school.”
“What school do you go to?” he was amused.
Kuro instantly went bright red, “b-b-but…”
“Idiot,” Dasai gripped his shirt to pull him close.