35. Contest (1/2)

note about this chapter: the katie thing is a real idea my old pe teacher came up with when i did netball. we did it once-utterly hilarious.

-contest-

kahiro's house is big.

tsuna doesn't quite know why he expected this-perhaps he thought so because his friend would be more comfortable in a spacious environment where she could run around?

he ponders this as she slips down from his back and fumbles with her keys, hopping about on one foot. she's almost recovered from her sprain and you can tell with how the energy she's kept pent up inside is slowly leaking out and she just can't stay still. even when he was giving her a piggy-back she'd been fidgeting constantly, drumming out rhythms on his shoulders at one point as her legs swung in time.

they'd actually been heading round to the baseball centre yamamoto adored (kahiro could at least practice swinging a bat there and get some of that energy out of her) when she'd remembered she'd forgotten her money at home. reborn had then made his sudden appearance again and offered-(in his place-to help her to her house and then to the baseball centre so it'd all go quicker.

it wasn't that he minded helping kahiro out but for god's sake, yamamoto was willing and stronger than him!

the door finally unlocked, kahiro bursts in, practically kicking her shoes off and half walking, half hopping to the staircase. tsuna follows but with less urgency, slipping his shoes off carefully and following after her when she gestured for him to do so. scouring his eyes over the interior of the house, he spies a trophy on a table in the entrance, glinting a little. there's a medal hung over the stair post and his fingers

ush the material which holds it up.

kahiro, even with her injured ankle, limps up the stairs with practiced ease and speed, tsuna making a noise of distress when she looked as though she were about to slip however. there's another small table at the top and, accompanying a vase of flowers, lies another trophy-this time it's made of glass and he sees kahiro's name etched into it.

before he can see what it says, kahiro's already moving on and pushing open a door that could be to nothing but her bedroom. it's a blue that he supposes was meant to be calming but instead looks vi

ant as it peeks out from the gaps between pictures and the couple of bookcases. there's a big open space in the middle of the room and to the side lies a small pile of presumably dirty clothes, practically embodying the scruffy side to kahiro in amidst small flashes of elegance.

he sees more medals in here but they're dotted around. it's not as though they aren't cared for, instead looking as though they're kept in pristine condition, but they aren't in simply one area. tsuna touches the metal of one, ghosting his fingers over the words that have been stamped onto it. kahiro, having found her wallet in a trainer of all things, sees this and grins. "i got that a few years back for a basketball tournament! oh i remember the captain of the team i was on was crazy as they come but, honestly, her insane plans always worked and it was great! there was this time where she suggested we all pretend our names were katie and you should've seen our opponents' faces when we were all screaming 'katie, to me' and 'katie, over here'!"