By the time Kaito got home, the kitchen was a mess. He glanced around the scene of destruction and chaos in bemusement. What in the world…?

"Oh, you're home early…" Shinichi frowned, disappointed. "I wanted to surprise you…"

"Um, what are you doing, Shinichi?"

He sighed. "I was trying to make you chocolate for Valentine's Day, but…" He sighed again. "It's a lot harder than it looks. It kept getting grainy and… This batch is alright, but it won't set for some reason."

"Why not put it in the fridge?" Kaito suggested. Shinichi seemed surprised. "What? That's what Mom always does."

"I see." Shinichi sighed again. "That probably makes more sense."

"You know," Kaito said, stepping into Shinichi's space. "You look really cute like this. The apron, the chocolate…" Kaito took one of Shinichi's hands and sucked the chocolate off.

They both blushed, and Shinichi's eyes went wide.

"Kaito, you…"

Their mouths crashed together in a desperate kiss. They only remembered the chocolate later, and by then, it had finally, finally set.