Finally, something fluffy.

The night was stormy, and as usual of such stormy nights, Enma was curled into Tsuna with a movie on and two mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table. They were wrapped up in a soft throw over, but Enma usually thought Tsuna was warm enough for the both of them. (Tsuna disagreed)

Halfway through the movie, Enma sighed, and Tsuna looked over to him with a raised eyebrow. They were watching one of Enma's favourite movies, and there shouldn't be a reason for him to be disappointed.

"What's up?" Tsuna asked, leaning his head onto Enma's shoulder. (Enma liked it when he was touching other people. Tsuna preferred it to be him that anyone else.)

"I was just thinking," Enma's voice was low, and tired, "why do storms happen?" Tsuna blinked. Enma's voice hitched, and raised into near hysteria. "I mean, they're noisy, and the lightning, and don't you think they're scary?"

"Frightening," Tsuna agreed, and Enma mock-punched him. They shared a smile, and Tsuna stroked Enma's hair.

"I actually like when it storms." Enma gave him a look. Tsuna looked away, hoping Enma wouldn't see the flush on his face. "I mean, I get to just sit here with you and not need to worry about anything else."

Enma stared at him, before grinning. He relaxed against Tsuna, and gave a slight sigh.

"Yeah, that's true, isn't it?"

Tsuna nodded, and they returned to the movie.