69. Rain (1/1)

dumb teenagers and their dumb romance is what i should call this fic lmao

-rain-

he should've expected it.

it's him after all, sawada tsunayoshi, the teenage boy with possibly the worst luck out of anyone ever to walk the planet. he's been saddled with baby hitmen, crazy school prefects, assassins that want his head on a silver platter, so he should've damn expected it.

it had started off okay, which was perhaps why he'd been lulled into a false sense of security. the perfect scene: rain, bucketing it down. kahiro, without um

ella. her even valiant knight of a boyfriend tsuna with um

ella. his two friends in detention, unable to interfere. they'd even managed to set off from school underneath the fabled 'lovers um

ella' together, like a scene ripped from the cheesiest romance ever written.

that is when the lorry goes roaring through a huge puddle on the side of the road and laughs at the meager protection from the elements that is his um

ella.

there's a few seconds of stillness where tsuna and kahiro try to comprehend what has just happened, clothes soaked all the way through and blinking away the water that had flown into their eyes. then, kahiro turns, and tsuna feels as though he should've expected this too because he knows his girlfriend infuriatingly well, familiar smile edging onto her lips.

"well then, we aren't getting any wetter i suppose."

and she grabs the um

ella and runs.

he takes a moment of spluttering confusion before giving chase after the cackling kahiro and suddenly they're racing through the streets of namimori, dodging through the pockets of people who are staring at these two grinning, soaked teenagers as if they're mad. tsuna thinks he would wonder the same thing if he was one of the onlookers but he's not, he's running so fast he's in danger of slipping and she's laughing so much it has to hurt her sides and it's just fun.

just stupid, silly fun.

eventually, he catches up to her in the middle of one of the parks and kahiro turns on him with his um

ella wielded in her hand like some kind of sword. "have at ye!" she cries with a huge grin, smacking tsuna lightly on the head a couple of times as he shouts through his laughter for her to stop, grabbing it the third and wrestling it out of her grip.

kahiro then flings her arms around his neck dramatically and kisses him hard on the lips only for it to soften and be

oken off because they're both laughing and it turns out kissing in the rain isn't nearly as romantic as it is awkward with water being hurled at their faces.