Warmth - 0027/2700, 15-16 year-old Tsuna/Enma.

The setting sun highlighted two faces one hair's breadth away from each other. Two boys were standing in their classroom, their school work untouched. No words were exchanged for the entirety of that period, and they stood still, gazing into each other's eyes shyly. They had come to a strange and daring conclusion together. Silently, they closed the virtually non-existent gap between them, connecting at their lips clumsily, grasping one another's hands tightly. They finally drew apart reluctantly and both faces were shaded in crimson.

"I don't think this is right," the boy with red hair started, ashamed. He loved his friend, he knew. But it was against the laws of nature, according to what he had heard. A tear was perched dangerously on his lower eyelid, and he blinked, making gravity work its magic.

"We… I can't help it." The other boy gently raised his hand and brought it to the other's face, wiping away the stray tear. "I love you, Enma-kun."

"I love you too." Enma raised his head and faced him. He couldn't bring himself to smile, and he felt like he was going to cry. He placed his own hand on the brunette's, still lingering on his face. He pulled the hand away slowly and twined his fingers between the other boys'. Wordlessly, they brought their lips together again, intuition guiding their coordinated movements. "Tsuna-kun…"

"Drop the honorific, Enma." He dove in for another kiss, tilting his head slightly so their noses wouldn't bump. This time, their lips parted, leaving a gap for Tsuna's curious tongue. The intrusion felt awkward, but Enma didn't mind it. He closed his eyes and responded, running his hands through Tsuna's chestnut hair. He gasped when he felt Tsuna putting his hands under his shirt.

"N-no…" He broke away from the brunette, gazing at him intently with his dark red eyes. The other boy turned around, embarrassed for going too far. He started picking up his papers and tucking them into his school bag. He felt skinny arms embrace him, taking hold of his waist. "It's not that I don't want to…"

"I know, I'm sorry." Tsuna gently eased his friend's fingers and he was released. He continued packing his things, too anxious to face the other, who started doing the same. Finished, he turned around with a fake smile plastered on his face. "Let's go home."

And when Tsuna said that, it meant, "Let's part ways now. See you tomorrow." The sentence had never hurt so much. Enma felt guilty and just stared at Tsuna's back as he left the room. He followed carefully, trying not to trip on his own feet.

Outside, the horizon seemed melted in a variety of warm colors. A cool breeze reminded Enma of how late it was getting, so he hurried to Tsuna's side. The brunette wondered why he was being followed all the way home. They should've parted ways blocks ago.

"Enma?" Tsuna questioned in front of his front door. "D-do you want to come in?" He was given a nod as a response. He tried to contain his excitement and fumbled with his house keys. He knew nothing would really happen, but the thought of having his beloved next to him was more than enough. The door open, the two boys entered awkwardly into the silence. No one seemed to be home, and this made Enma's face flush.

They entered Tsuna's room. The lights were left off, and they looked at each other with the little light that the sunset provided through the only window in the room. To them, they didn't need to see to feel. They used their intuition to understand each other. They both sat on Tsuna's bed, and Enma put his hands to the brunette's face. Tsuna could tell he was being given a solemn look, his heart was pounding out of his chest. In the noiseless room, he felt like his heart was the only thing he could hear.

"I'm sorry." Another apology, but this time it came from Enma. "We can't do this anymore. Think of our families." Ah, the Vongola and the Simon. Tsuna thought rationally. They would need successors, that was true.

"I don't want it to end like this. I never wanted to be the tenth boss anyway." He grasped Enma's hands nervously. "Don't you… love me?"

"I do. It's just that…" The redhead's tears started streaming down his face. "I can't do this…" Tsuna went closer to him and held him. He knew that it was true, and that they couldn't escape their fates. The boys cried together in each other's arms, until the sun only left streaks of purple in the sky.

"Will you wait for me?" Enma and Tsuna were lying side by side, their hair blended together on the bed they were on. They held hands.

"I'll wait for you." Not knowing what he meant, Tsuna took all his chances. He didn't want them to break off like this.

"Okay." They both closed their eyes.

The following day, Enma didn't come to school. In fact, all of the Simon members had left. Would it be a repeat of the first generation's story? Tsuna could only hope not.

It's a short story so I will continue it. This can be read like a one-shot though. Damn all my on-going stories already.

I was listening to From Y to Y while writing. On loop. This may explain the sadness.