34. Train (1/1)

ahhh, all your compliments about kahiro being a good oc make me just squeal happily

it's definitely you guys who are the cute ones omfg

-train-

it has gotten worse.

no longer are their eyes drifting momentarily to one another without consciously thinking about doing so, minds instead on the things around them.

instead they both do it with more thought-still not entirely a conscious decision but their minds now aware of where their gazes are being drawn to.

it's gotten to the point where it's dangerously distracting and all conversations they are having when it takes place crumbles indefinitely. even conversations between themselves fall apart, minds too jumbled up to continue on.

today is one of these days where it's the two of them who end up destroying their talk for a few moments. kahiro's leant against another desk and chatting to him as he himself half leans, half sits upon his own. she's telling another tale-god knows how she even knows such fabulous stories that entrance all those listening-and he's unable to stop laughter from escaping his lips. of course, she laughing right along with him, out of

eath constantly with giggles accompanying almost every sentence.

his eyes linger on her face. her cheeks are slightly flushed and her eyes are sparkling, as per usual. he's never noticed how her cheekbones are quite high however, giving an almost elegant shape to her face. it's always so strange that she managed to mix elements of elegance in with her scruffy image but tsuna finds it somewhat pleasing to the eye now. his eyes slowly fall down the curve of her neck and her sees a chain glinting slightly, the top of a familiar necklace poking out from underneath her collar.

he'd had something to say earlier, he is certain of it, but that train of thought has gone, replaced by the need to imprint every detail of kahiro into his mind: the outline of her jaw, the length of her eyelashes, the shape of her lips as she forms words, laughs or smiles. it's overwhelming and his head spins as she leans towards him slightly, fingers grazing the top of the desk she's leaning against.

"tsunayoshi?"

the boy feels his whole face heat up and his eyes meet hers again, kahiro's filled with slight bemusement but empathy as she'd done the same the day before, analysing the shape of his cheekbones, the warm colour of his eyes, the way his adam's apple moves as he speaks or laughs.

"sorry- um, i just...sorry!" tsuna waves his hands in front of him, words a jumble in his mouth and hard to spit out in the correct order. he hasn't heard the last part of the story, the important section he had wanted to hear but was too distracted to do so. it's difficult to ask her now to repeat herself without making a fool of himself and he inwardly groans at his lapse in thought.

she never minds how their earlier conversations fall to pieces as a result of this, like how he never minds how she also ruins them with her own apologies for not paying attention and absorbed shock at how easily distracted she was.

you see, it's hard to when the other person later finds themselves absent-mindedly or unintentionally complimenting one of their features they had earlier noticed in their analysis.