New series in which I write happy drabbles, there is no plot. Drabble dump for when I'm in the dumps. Don't expect much.
Tsuna grins a bit wider because even Gokudera looks ready to keel over from the amount of homework they have and presses an arm against his in sympathy, the contact comes easy and light and even now, Tsuna marvels at how freely he finds physical affection these days. It used be harder, scarier. If he pushed too hard, if he wanted too much, Tsuna was sure he'd be denied. Tsuna adores it now, the familiar press of Yamamoto's arm around his shoulders, the cautious press of Gokudera's body, and sometimes Chrome, her fingers light against his hand. Not all of his friends are physically affectionate (or affectionate at all for that matter) but Tsuna doesn't mind, he's gotten used to the push-pull of their dysfunctional group, understands that chaos can be much worse contained and is well aware of his role of 'only-sane-man'. Tsuna doesn't need validation of his friendships, but he cherishes them nonetheless.
Gokudera shifts and he presses back, without a thought—because Tsuna has done it many times before and it has become as natural as blinking, (push and pull).
Tsuna's gotten used to having friends.