It's not a date.
It's not damn a date, Akari keeps telling himself. Not with him.
It's merely their job. Going out and gathering people to go see Circus's performance is a necessary part of their life. At times, this entails going out to dinner together, wearing nice suits and playing nice with one another. It is their job, and nothing more.
But still, he can't deny it. To an onlooker, it's a date. Possibly even to Hirato, it's a date. The captain continues gazing at Akari, chin resting on his hand, simply because he knows it will frustrate the doctor. But even though Akari is well aware of his intentions, he is growing more and more irritated. The longer Hirato stares, the more Akari is forced to meet his eyes for lack of anywhere else to look, though looking elsewhere is not much help either. In an effort to look away, the blond ends up noticing how trim Hirato looks in his suit, how long his fingers are, and Akari finds himself imagining how those fingers would feel running through his hair, over his chest, and elsewhere.
Not a good tactic.
It's a relief to him when the food finally arrives, forcing Hirato to break his stare in order to eat. It affords Akari a few moments of bliss, and the dinner is eaten far too quickly for his liking. But at least with the food eaten, they have no further reason to stay. Two handsome men dining together in the town's most popular restaurant is more than enough to spark the intrigue of many people to draw them to Circus.
But as he lies down to sleep that night, Akari finds himself wishing it had been a date.