Feeling flushed and vaguely disoriented by the path he himself seemed to have lead this conversation down, Ichigo was somewhat at a loss for how to proceed. Certainly he couldn't trust his mouth to do anything but blurt out whatever stray thought occurred to him. Not that it was truly a terrible thing, to feel the warmth of Keigo's smile, or the intimate comfort of his proximity. Ichigo leaned into Keigo when their foreheads touch, and allowed his eyes to shutter.

Being called cute was enough to stiffen his shoulders, but the immediate follow up disarmed him even as it dizzied him a little. Ichigo himself never would have imagined that Keigo believed he held any power over him because, to Ichigo, it was clearly Keigo that held it all.

Unable to untangle his tongue for a moment, Ichigo hummed a soft note and stroked his palm across Keigo's cheek before shifting it to Keigo's shoulder. With gentle insistence, he pulled Keigo in against his side and wrapped strong arms around him with more delicacy than he was prone too.

He even kissed Keigo's temple, before murmuring, "Love you, too," into his hair.