21. Ice (1/1)

listening to sad snk music whilst writing

because yo cuteness arises from remem

ance of character deaths obviously

-ice-

another cooking class.

another abysmal failure.

yamamoto and gokudera both lie on infirmary beds, the latter due to seeing bianchi and the former from eating a tiny amount of her poison cooking. tsuna instead sits on one of the chairs, nursing a burn on his hand with some ice.

why, he wonders miserably, why can we not go through one cooking lesson without it ending horribly?

i blame reborn.

definitely blame reborn.

the door to the infirmary slides open and he thinks it's shamal coming back but instead kahiro pokes her head in, smiling although her eyes are flashing with sympathy and concern. "hey!"

"what are you doing here?" tsuna asks as she slides the door shut behind her.

"funny story that actually-i tripped and i swear i saw it was a kid wearing a fedora tripping me but apparently no one else saw it. it was weird as hell." she shrugs, now smiling in bemusement. "my knee is just bleeding a bit because of falling."

tsuna almost put his head in his hands.

reborn, why would you do that?!

"could you pass me the water behind you?"

tsuna complies, reaching over to hand it to her. their fingers touch for a moment and she squeals, taking the bottle from him. "tsunayoshi, your hand is freezing!"

he opens his mouth to point out to her that he's been holding an ice-pack (although he's fairly certain she knows from how she's grinning now) but she speaks before he has the chance. "you know what they say: cold hands, warm heart!"

tsuna laughs until he realizes she spoke with sincerity mixed in with her teasing tone and feels his cheeks burn a little.