1827. hurhur. Pointless fluffy crap. Enjoy my hour's worth of unedited work.
Adorable Tsuna gives me diabetes.
"... Hibari-san?"
The prefect remained motionless, his lips pressed into a thin line, an unreadable face intact.
An unpleasant silence enveloped both males. The fresh scent of spring air wafted its way into the near-empty classroom, melodic chirping coming from the birds outside. Perhaps on a normal day, Hibari would have spent his time admiring the nature of spring, but today wasn't exactly what you would call a normal day.
Hibari's current situation was being stuck with a dandelion-fluff-head of a kid who had much newfound interest in the patterns on the tiles of the classroom floor, despite the fact that the tiles completely covered in a clean shade of white. How was the prefect supposed to accommodate this situation? Hibari was only used to combat and biting people to death, so it could be excused if he wasn't exactly accustomed to emotions, apart from rage, anger, or the like. And because of this, he simply concluded that it was not necessary for him to accommodate anything, for he believed that everything should be accustomed to him (except for herbivores and small animals that tended to crowd).
"Herbivore."
The pair of brown eyes shifted upwards, before quickly averting them to the window that presented a view of two birds nestling in each other's fur.
From Hibari's angle, he had a clear view of the cheeks dusted a dark red, the trembling lips, but most of all, the tiny beads of tears collected at the corners of the wide brown eyes, afraid of rejection. The older male was infatuated to say the least, though he didn't realize this, and believed it was rage in some strange sort of form.
It was easy to see what the brunet was trying to tell him.
Because he was just like the transparent skies, so patent and so easily seen through.
For a moment, just a moment, Hibari considered biting Tsuna to death. But as quickly as the thought had come, Hibari found that he couldn't bring himself to bite the adorable animal standing in front of him. In fact, it was a rather pleasant feeling. Now, what was this?
Tsuna's mouth flapped open for a second before he quickly snapped it shut, shifting his gaze back to the floor.
The pleasant feeling still lingered, though the prefect was beginning to get impatient. Hibari never tolerated tardiness or delays, not even when he was in a good mood.
"Herbivore," hissed Hibari. "Either you get on with it, or I bite you to death."
Tsuna squeaked a little, before forcing his eyes to meet the other's.
Hibari merely raised an eyebrow, way beyond infatuation this point, but not enough to drop his poker face. Oh no, the herbivore would have to way better than that.
"Well?"
"I-I..." Tsuna squeaked, his glance shifting between the floor, the window, and Hibari's eyes.
Tsuna cutely twiddled his thumbs, chewing on his lip in concentration.
Okay, so fine. The herbivore was trying pretty hard to crack Hibari's outer wall of ice, consciously or not - and it was working.
"I... uh. l-li-..." Tsuna stuttered on.
The younger male tugged a little on his school uniform in embarrassment, fiddling with the hem of the shirt a little.
Yeah, that was the last straw.
"Tsunayoshi."
"A-ah?" Tsuna's head snapped up in attention.
Lo and behold, Tsuna's words were met with a hug (though it almost suffocated him, we'll leave that bit out).
"You are mine," Hibari muttered quietly. "No one touches you but me."
Though the taller most likely couldn't see it, the Tsuna's face blossomed into full color as he nuzzled into Hibari's shoulder.
I finally finished my first fic. Woohoo. ;u;
... I can see you scowling at my sentence up there. And also at how this has no kissing whatsoever. I bet you're frustrated now. Too bad, I already got you to read my crap.
This will continue to be marked as 'complete', though I might add more chapters of little collections of fluff and crap, since the chapters can be read on their own.
I can't really say this is something entirely original though. I just needed to write something.