Akito stared down at her, his eyes filled with emotion. Using his free hand, he reached over to her and placed his hand on her chin, pulling her face so that she had no choice but to look him square in the eye. Bending down, he slowly brushed his lips against hers before removing them, a smile tugging up the corners of his lips so that he had a boyish grin displayed. The grin made him look a lot younger--much like his high school self.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about, Hi-chan."

He chuckled a bit at the nickname. It was so childish, and yet it brought back such good memories. If his students, especially the female ones, heard him called that they'd have a fit. His fangirls would get even more out of hand. He smiled a bit more as he returned the squeeze with one of his own.

"Hi-chan, it is a relief to me too."

He smirked, and gave her a playful shot to the arm, making sure that it was extremely light and gentle. "I resent that, Hi-chan. You should know that you're the only one who gets to call me that. No one else will ever have that..." He stopped, trying to think of a good word to use. Coming up with one, he finished, "privilege."

He grimaced slightly at the thought of his fans running around after him, screaming 'Kito-kun', and almost gagged. It was too much, so he tried to block the mental images of those girls running after him from his mind, though it wasn't working very well.

Smiling weakly he shook his head, not wanting to worry her. "No, you didn't. I'm fine," he said, his smile growing with confidence. Raising his still free hand he gently placed it against her cheek, his thumb running lightly against her skin. He marveled momentarily at just how soft her skin was, before smiling gently once more.

"That privilege will always only belong to you, no matter who else hears you call me 'Kito-kun'."

He just couldn't like to her, and they both knew it. Even fibbing was impossible to accomplish since she knew him so well. Well... maybe he could lie about some things, but when it come to his emotions, he was an open book. "You're right," he said with a smile. "I definitely had mental images I could have dealt perfectly well without. God, how am I even going to look at my students now?" he said jokingly.

He chuckled, and rubbed his thumb over her cheek. "Definitely no copyright needed," he said softly, leaning forward to press his lips lightly against her forehead. Pulling back he smiled, "Unless of course you're like Komaki, and are into that sort of thing."

{{OOC: Komaki is just a random person they knew in high school who was into weird things}}

"Of course I do, my love." He did, of course. But he had to admit, Komaki was a fun person to go to school with. If you had to go to school with psychos, or simply 'unique' people, it was better if they were like Komaki, and were at least funny. If they weren't, then that was a bit sad. Although, it was inevitable that everyone in the world went to school, or would go to school with someone who was not quite right in the head.

"That reminds me. Hi-chan, did you keep in touch with anyone from high school? I lost track of everyone after moving." Akito was a bit curious as to what everyone was doing with their lives now. "I heard that Komaki is working for a circus, but that's about it."