A/N: Thanks anon.
Disclaimer: KHR belongs to Akira Amano.
Haru doesn't deny that she's always harbored a crush of sorts for Gokudera Hayato. He was undeniable with his unruly silver hair and broken soul shining through jagged green eyes. She held ambivalent feelings towards him. He was a compilation of contradictions coming together to form a boy. She wanted to be near him, but she always wanted to flee whenever he came near. He was the danger and she was the adrenaline junky. She wants to feel the rush of fear, but she also wants to escape death. She supposes at some point the laws will no longer bend for her and she will either have escaped or have died.
Their dedication to Tsuna brought them together. But that's where all the similarities between them ended. The only conversation they've had followed along the same lines every time.
"Ha-hi! Gokudera is always so sad. Haru thinks that he should cheer up.
"Tch. Shut up, stupid woman. Stop referring to yourself in third person. It's irritating."
"But Haru likes talking this way! It makes Haru feel powerful."
"And wouldn't you want to be able to feel a fucking ounce of power, huh?" He would sneer. They usually stopped talking after that.
They never talked much, nor did they have much to say to each other.
Haru began to call him by his given name in her head when she saw him. It made her feel close. She tried to find out as much as she possibly could about him. She wanted to know all about him and his history so that the next time they talked they might have something in common.
She'd always wanted to be part of the mafia. She'd always wanted to be a mafia wife. Maybe this was just another way to accomplish her goals with Tsuna pining after Kyoko. Maybe the happily ever she had been trying to work out for herself would unfold after all. She didn't need to have the golden prince with flaming eyes. She could have the silver prince who set things on fire instead.
Haru smooths away her fears that her attraction to him would not be enough to bring them together. It's supposed to be a falling together by fate according to books and mangas. Everything is supposed to fall into place with a satisfying click and a sweet, sweet kiss.
She sits and waits and watches and hopes that the next time they talk there will be something to fill her empty heart. She feels so brittle she might as well have been made from the finest glass and told to hold an enormous weight within herself.