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tsuna/kyoko, only and completely. love it like you love your child.
sometimes tsuna thought.
Sometimes Tsuna thought back to when they were younger; when he first started actually talking to her. He remembered when Reborn had shot her with the Dying Will Bullet; he remembered the misunderstanding that had come from it; he remembered when she had given him the good luck charm on the roof before the ring battle; he remembered when he saved her in the future that wasn’t the real future anymore; he remembered when she let him kiss her for the first time; most of all, he remembered falling in love, and knowing that she loved him back.
She was all soft curves and warmth and sometimes Tsuna caught himself staring and wondering why? Why did she pick him? He wondered the same thing now, as she lay against his chest, a blanket thrown over them messily. In his mind, she was perfect, and he was anything but, and as he ran his hand up and down her spine, Tsuna smiled, a secret smile to himself.
She was small, and fit perfectly against him (not that he was big; he would always be lanky) and it was only in moments like this, when she slept against him, when he felt her soft skin against his and her pulse steady and calm, that he could convince himself that this was real. That after all those years, she had picked him. He pressed a kiss to her hair and she sighed softly, changing her position a bit and relaxing again.
He regretted waking her up.
“Kyoko.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and she stirred a bit, blearily looking up at him with a confused, sleepy expression.
“Tsuna? What time is it?” Her voice was thick and tired, but she leaned up to kiss his cheek with a smile. “Can’t sleep again?”
He was silent for a moment, before he smiled down at her. “Take a walk with me?”
It was a warm summer night, and, after dressing, they stepped into the warm breeze, Tsuna gripping her hand tightly and leading her down the sidewalk. It had to have been after midnight, but Kyoko didn’t question it. Her white dress flowed around her legs as she walked, her sandals making soft clicking sounds against the pavement. Kyoko walked close to him, a soft smile on her face, and Tsuna basked in it, a warmth greater than the sun’s.
They reached a field, usually crowded with kids playing soccer or flying kites or having an impromptu baseball game. But tonight it was empty and quiet, and in the past Tsuna might have been scared, but now he wasn’t: he was older, smarter, braver, and instead he pulled Kyoko into a tight hug. He felt her arms wrap around him, her hands run against his back, calm and soothing, and Tsuna buried his face in her hair.
“Tsuna?” Her voice was soft, questioning. Her hands moved slowly up and down his back, still comforting. Tsuna smiled a bit and pressed a kiss to her hair.
“Are you real?” he asked, softly, eyes closed. Kyoko’s expression was one of confusion, but Tsuna couldn’t see it. “Is this really happening?” He kissed her behind her ear, and she sighed softly, eyes fluttering closed, smiling.
“I’m real, Tsuna,” she said softly, and he kissed her gingerly, before pulling back to rest his forehead against hers. “I’m real.”
Sometimes, Tsuna thought. But generally, when it came to Kyoko, he didn’t. Because he was pretty sure that all the answers he needed he could get from nothing more than her smile.
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tsuna/kyoko, only and completely. love it like you love your child.
sometimes tsuna thought.
Sometimes Tsuna thought back to when they were younger; when he first started actually talking to her. He remembered when Reborn had shot her with the Dying Will Bullet; he remembered the misunderstanding that had come from it; he remembered when she had given him the good luck charm on the roof before the ring battle; he remembered when he saved her in the future that wasn’t the real future anymore; he remembered when she let him kiss her for the first time; most of all, he remembered falling in love, and knowing that she loved him back.
She was all soft curves and warmth and sometimes Tsuna caught himself staring and wondering why? Why did she pick him? He wondered the same thing now, as she lay against his chest, a blanket thrown over them messily. In his mind, she was perfect, and he was anything but, and as he ran his hand up and down her spine, Tsuna smiled, a secret smile to himself.
She was small, and fit perfectly against him (not that he was big; he would always be lanky) and it was only in moments like this, when she slept against him, when he felt her soft skin against his and her pulse steady and calm, that he could convince himself that this was real. That after all those years, she had picked him. He pressed a kiss to her hair and she sighed softly, changing her position a bit and relaxing again.
He regretted waking her up.
“Kyoko.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and she stirred a bit, blearily looking up at him with a confused, sleepy expression.
“Tsuna? What time is it?” Her voice was thick and tired, but she leaned up to kiss his cheek with a smile. “Can’t sleep again?”
He was silent for a moment, before he smiled down at her. “Take a walk with me?”
It was a warm summer night, and, after dressing, they stepped into the warm breeze, Tsuna gripping her hand tightly and leading her down the sidewalk. It had to have been after midnight, but Kyoko didn’t question it. Her white dress flowed around her legs as she walked, her sandals making soft clicking sounds against the pavement. Kyoko walked close to him, a soft smile on her face, and Tsuna basked in it, a warmth greater than the sun’s.
They reached a field, usually crowded with kids playing soccer or flying kites or having an impromptu baseball game. But tonight it was empty and quiet, and in the past Tsuna might have been scared, but now he wasn’t: he was older, smarter, braver, and instead he pulled Kyoko into a tight hug. He felt her arms wrap around him, her hands run against his back, calm and soothing, and Tsuna buried his face in her hair.
“Tsuna?” Her voice was soft, questioning. Her hands moved slowly up and down his back, still comforting. Tsuna smiled a bit and pressed a kiss to her hair.
“Are you real?” he asked, softly, eyes closed. Kyoko’s expression was one of confusion, but Tsuna couldn’t see it. “Is this really happening?” He kissed her behind her ear, and she sighed softly, eyes fluttering closed, smiling.
“I’m real, Tsuna,” she said softly, and he kissed her gingerly, before pulling back to rest his forehead against hers. “I’m real.”
Sometimes, Tsuna thought. But generally, when it came to Kyoko, he didn’t. Because he was pretty sure that all the answers he needed he could get from nothing more than her smile.
[end]