19. Wreck (1/1)

ugh this is not good sorry i'll hide now

-wreck-

tsuna's sat on the floor cross legged messaging on his phone again. reborn no longer views this as a strange occurrence, instead having even accounted this new habit of his student as part of his daily life.

every now and then the teenage boy tries to cover up a laugh, more often than not completely failing and letting loose his sniggers. this messaging never fails to make tsuna unbearably happy and so reborn decides to tolerate the bursts of sound-although sometimes he gives him a stern look when he's being too loud. not that tsuna ever notices, too absorbed with that phone of his.

then, suddenly, tsuna's giggling stops and reborn looks up from the newspaper he is reading to see the boy staring at his screen, his eyes wide. his fingers stay poised above the phone, not typing. after a few moments of stillness, tsuna puts the phone down and stands, face slightly flushed and eyes

ight with inexplicable joy and surprise. he murmurs something about needing water and leaves the room.

curious, reborn walks over to the phone and picks it up, unlocking it with ease (tsuna really has pathetic passwords). a stream of messages in the form of a conversation fill the screen.

kahiro: i am distressed you didn't find my last joke so funny

kahiro: i spent a long time on it you know

tsuna: seriously?

tsuna: do you not have anything better to do right now?

kahiro: better than spend my afternoon talking to you?

kahiro: you are asking me whether i can do the impossible

it's reads as though her messages have been thrown out in the most casual way possible and reborn suddenly sees why tsuna had had such a reaction.

it's not so much the idea of her seriously thinking nothing is better than talking to him. it's the idea that she enjoys talking to him enough to even joke about it. it's the idea that she's spending time on their conversations.

it's the idea he's important.

and reborn's almost impressed by how this girl kahiro has wrecked tsuna so easily.