64. Pipe (1/1)

sorta a second part to kiss? who knows? i don't but probably should? whoops?

also super late i'm so sorry i just had no inspiration ugh

-pipe-

he's a mess.

the minute he gets home he can practically feel the muscles in his legs giving up underneath him and he has to half drag himself up the stairs in order to get to the sweet salvation of his bed.

he'd kissed kahiro.

not only once though, oh no, tsuna thinks, feeling the rush of embarrassment he probably should have felt at the time creep through his veins. they'd kissed until they'd heard a passerby whistle and ask when the wedding was.

tsuna traces the outline of his jaw absentmindedly, remembering how kahiro had done the same before running her fingers up the back of his neck and pressing her lips against his again. oh god, he feels too soppy and lightheaded but the memories cause him not to care-

"so you finally kissed her, no-good tsuna?"

he sits up with a start, face red and eyes

ight as reborn looks up at him, a slight smirk gracing his lips. a splutter leaves tsuna's mouth and the start to a question he already knows the answer to-reborn always knows what is going on, why are you acting so surprised-but he's cut off.

"she kissed you first though." the arcobaleno shakes his head as if this fact disappoints him.

"w-what does that matter?" he half squeaks, clutching fistfulls of duvet in his hands.

"a mafia boss should be more suave and make their partner swoon by making the first move." reborn recites as if this is well-known knowledge.

with a groan of embarrassment mixed with exasperation, tsuna flops back down onto his bed. even with the infant's biting words though, he can't stop the aching smile that spreads across his lips.

it had been a pipe dream.

he's thought about kissing a girl before, sure, but always assumed that he'd be the only person in the world who would die without doing so. kisses were for people in a relationship and no-good tsuna being in a relationship? nuh uh. no way. absolutely not.

reborn watches as his student hugs a pillow with a giddy grin on his face, clicking his tongue.

lovesick teenger.