quick note for all chapters in this collection. fuuta is nonbinary, they're referred to as they/them in descriptions and are referred as he/him or she/her interchangeably in dialogue. fran is also a trans boy and this will probably be referenced a couple times in story. almost no one in this is straight or cis since everything goes by my headcanon. ill give you a heads up for more characters but these are the ones that matter rn
Bianchi notices the sheen of the tea immediately, but although her heart gives a giddy little flutter, she doesn't say anything.
Liquids are reflective; they shine in the light all the time. The little green twinkle she spotted out the corner of her eye could just be from the sunlight streaming in through the sliding door. She doubts that it's what she thinks it could be.
But she keeps an eye on the cup as it moves from Fuuta's hand to Mukuro's just in case.
She can't help the delighted gasp she lets out when Mukuro is suddenly on the floor coughing and heaving.
"Wha-Mukuro!" Tsuna straightens up in his seat and cranes his neck to look over the coffee table at his fallen guest, eyebrows knitted together in worry and confusion.
He does not, however, leave his seat to check on him. "C'mon, shake it off." he says, fairly certain Mukuro's not going to just drop dead. "You're strong."
Fuuta, who was halfway out the door when Mukuro started choking, presses the tray they're holding hard against their chest and looks down at Mukuro in shock but not horror.
"Oh, Fuuta!" Bianchi gushes, pride welling up in her eyes in the form of tears as she looks down at them, placing her hands on their shoulders. "You're a natural at poison cooking."
"I-I didn't try to poison him."
"I know," Bianchi says, pulling them into a warm squeeze as she looks on at Mukuro's suffering with a pleased smile on her face. "Making poison cooking this painful without it being deliberate? Oh, you must be a genius."
