53. Bubble (1/1)

all i want to do is write my other fic but i'm dead from school and writing fluff revives me

i'm kinda doing another three parter thing again with the last one included? idk what to call it ._.

-bubble-

kahiro and tsuna's bubbles of personal space practically pop in a matter of minutes after the two decide to hang out in his room rather than spend their whole time hugging in the middle of the kitchen.

("not that you're a bad hugger but, honestly, my arms are getting a little tired tsunayoshi." "it's because you're short." "i am not short, you're just the one who is shooting upwards! you need to stop, i refuse to wear high heels just to establish my dominance in height. i will injure myself.")

reborn, who pretends to be asleep-and at times actually dozes off-sees them change positions drastically over the course of a few hours. they start off as simply sitting next to each other with their shoulders pressed together. half an hour later and kahiro's lying on the floor with her legs laying across tsuna's thighs at a right angle. next, she's lying half on his stomach at slightly less of a right angle-although that position didn't last long with tsuna hitting her shoulder and gasping out 'i give, i give, stop crushing me'.

they end up finally deciding on kahiro sitting with her back against tsuna's chest, a duvet wrapped around them so only their heads and her hands poke out. a laptop is balanced dangerously on the girl's knees and tsuna rests his chin on kahiro's shoulder so he can see the screen. reborn decides it's the boy's lack of sleep that allows him to sit in such a manner with her without any sort of embarrassment or reluctance to even touch her. in fact, he looks perfectly comfortable with their girl being in such close proximity to him and as does she, but kahiro never has minded physical contact with others.

"heh, she fell." the arcobaleno just about hears the girl's remark, the sound of dramatic orchestra music accompanied by howls of grief coming from the laptop.

"kahiro, that was meant to be a very emotional moment." tsuna murmurs, fighting down a smile.

"he didn't even try to catch her, he just stretched his hand out and screamed her name. i'd expect you to spend your energy grabbing me instead of calling out my name if i suddenly fell." she huffs.

"but you wouldn't just fall, you'd drag me with you." he points out in a very matter of fact way.

"touche, touche."

"i'm a little concerned you denied nothing."

after a moment's silence (excluding the swell of the violins and the leading male's continuous shrieking of his love interest's name), both of them suddenly erupt into giggles at some sort of inside joke that reborn really can't even begin to fathom, tsuna's cheek pressed against kahiro's hair that has long since come loose as she leans further back into him and temporarily forgets about the laptop's precarious position. and then-

"oh, he fell too."

the laptop ends up sliding onto the floor, abandoned in favour of the two of them dying of laughter.