13. Crime (1/1)

disco girl will not calm down with her writing skillz this be too fun for that b)

-crime-

it's not done on purpose.

it's a far cry from a conscious act, instead done without thinking, unknowingly.

it'll happen randomly too, happen at the best possible moment, happen at the worst possible moment and happen at all the moments inbetween.

sometimes other people will notice. sometimes they'll widen their eyes in honest surprise. other times they'll laugh or sneer depending on who it is. it's rare that it's ever looked upon with honest indifference.

usually however, it happens without other people aware of it. it happens silently, discreetly.

the length varies too. at times it'll last for a split second. at others it'll last for what seems like an eternity. there's no telling how long or short it'll be.

likewise, it's never known who'll be doing it, not even to themselves.

today it happens that she does it first. she tilts her head at the sound of his voice within the thrum of conversations going on around them. someone's talking to her and she's paying attention, she swears she is, but her gaze drifts across the windows and the desks over to exactly where he is and lingers.

she isn't actually looking at him. her thoughts are honestly still on the conversation going on right in front of her. only when he notices someone's eyes on him does he flick his attention onto her

iefly and she blinks, finally realizing what she's doing.

she smiles sheepishly, hand waving as if to say 'sorry, i wasn't thinking about what i was doing' before she snaps her neck back to the conversation at hand.

it's a mere fifteen minutes later in the middle of class that he does it himself. his eyes trail across the forms in front of him, finally resting on her. he's thinking about the class, thinking about it desperately in fact since he's failing it so badly, but somehow his gaze has still wandered and landed upon her.

he blinks himself when she turns to hand a pen to someone and their eyes lock for a

ief moment. unlike her, he flushes a light pink in pure embarrassment, earning a silent laugh and relaxed shrug of the shoulders from her.

the person she was handing the pen to notices this time and glances between them, confused by their wordless exchange but saying nothing.

somehow, this happens several times in a day alone. they never speak to each other about it though.

they don't know quite why but the act is seen as something wrong. the accidental yet constant locking of eyes is a crime in their minds. a crime to be ashamed of.

but kahiro and tsuna never do find themselves able to be so guilty about it.