55. Gift (1/2)

uuuh it's fluff o'clock time to kill you with the cute

-gift-

kahiro wakes up to the lovely smell of something burning.

she blinks, her

ain automatically trying to push the sound of someone freaking out downstairs as it tries to awake properly. her eyes roll lazily over her surroundings and she easily accepts the idea that she has woken up in tsuna's bedroom on the floor before even remembering how she ended up there.

her eyes catch sight of her reflection in a mirror and she pulls a face upon the realization that she looks positively awful. but it's too late to panic over her appearance now-tsuna's seen far worse than this on numerous occasions and she finds it all more amusing than embarrassing.

standing, she continues to blott out the smell of smoke without too much conscious thought (such things were normal in tsuna's house after all), instead turning her attention to the slight chill in the air. seeing her friend's green hoodie draped over a chair, she decides to put it on rather than parade downstairs with the duvet draped over her like a cloak. she may have done that several times in her own home with tsuna around, but nana still believed her to be a sensible, responsible human being to an extent, so that had to wait.

...i think it is tsuna freaking out downstairs.

kahiro finally half-rushes to the kitchen to be met with the sight of the

unet coughing and flailing around a little. he spots her and almost immediately goes a little red in obvious embarrassment. "uh, i- help."

it's practically impossible not to laugh-not in meanness but at the simple hilarity of the situation-and kahiro deals with the burnt substance in the pan the boy had been fussing over with practised ease. "was that an attempt at a pancake?"

tsuna's blush darkens. "i was following the recipe word for word, i don't understand how…"

another laugh passes through her lips. "the first time i tried, my dad had to wear a cloth over his mouth like it was emitting poisonous gas." a pause. "and the second time i may have accidentally thrown the pan and the pancake out of the window. it also may have hit someone."

"oh god, kahiro!" tsuna bursts out laughing himself, earning a cheeky grin in response. his heart, that had been nervously pounding away the minute kahiro had made her entrance, slows. he'd been terrified quite frankly that his sudden epiphany about her would've made him unable to carry a conversation with her as comfortably as before. the reasons he liked her were derived from their time spent together so being unable to talk to her without messing up 24/7 would've been awful. but kahiro is naturally good at carrying conversations and making him talk without dwelling too much on other things-

"that's mine." tsuna announces in slight surprise upon realizing that the girl was wearing his hoodie.

she waggles her eye