65. Pollution (1/1)

whoa i did not expect so many people to immediately read that last chapter as soon as i'd posted it hot dayum

-pollution-

their relationship initially filled with innocent hand holding and red, flushed faces swings dramatically in a different direction.

they'd been intimate before of course in the way they'd spoken, voices lowered to whispers and eyes only on each other. but the physical intimacy that comes with them being teenagers that are sure they're head over heels for each other is on a completely separate level.

words spoken like secrets become the light touch of fingertips tracing circles on necks when they kiss. indescribable affection is passed by their lips pressing against each other gently, roughly. reassurance is there when they draw back and their faces are still close, feeling their

eath on their skin and eyes locked.

the shyness and embarrassment that at first takes a hold of tsuna melts away fast. there isn't a reason to go

ight red when leaning in to kiss her; it's not a stranger he's pressing his lips too after all, it's just kahiro. she on the other hand gets over the blushing even quicker not because physical intimacy isn't new to her but because being by tsuna is the least uncomfortable place for her to be. the girl is fairly touchy feely in nature anyway so what more was a kiss to the one she liked than a hug?

(a lot more, she know of course, a whole lot more.)

after that hurdle is leapt over, kissing kahiro is no longer just something that makes butterflies erupt in tsuna's stomach. there's this desperation instead that he supposes his girlfriend must share because suddenly they're sneaking off to make out behind the bike shed like the lovestruck teens tsuna never imagined himself being.

it's like a dangerous drug polluting his lungs and mind. but he's already addicted to her laugh so why stop there?