notes: Well... I wasn't going to upload this until I finished collide with the sky... But the wait was killing me, so I decided to just upload this and suffer the punishment later (punishment being, lack of inspiration when this 2786 high wears off). Not sure how long this is gonna be. Not putting a number on it, 'cause that'll scare me.
notes2: I own nothing (layout, characters, anime, etc.). Oh, and this applies to the whole story. I don't wanna waste space repeating the same thing over and over again.
a lesson in romantics
it's clear that this is risky business.
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one—2 a.m.
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It's two in the morning and Sawada Tsunayoshi is about to collapse in exhaustion.
Of course, it's not his fault. No, it's never his fault. It's the stupid cow-kid-boy-thing that's currently hugging and drooling on his leg all the while moaning and groaning about his pillow being harder and rougher than normal. Tsunayoshi's about to die—he has a test tomorrow, training with Reborn starts immediately afterwards, not to mention the fact that Hibari's been eyeing him with more than subtle interest, just what the hell is hibari-san thinking?—
Does the color orange look good on me, Tsuna-san?
—and then, there's Haru.
Oh, God, Haru.
With her blouses, skirts, something offensive named lace, and corsets, and dresses, and colors. He can still see her, sitting across from him at the cake shop down the street from the middle school holding a piece of strawberry shortcake to her lips—he's still wondering how someone as weird and nonsensical as Miura Haru can like something as girly and delicate as strawberries.
Something wet laps at his bare calf—"For the love of God, if that's Lambo's tongue, I'll seriously beat him to a pulp!"—it's just Natsu, thank God, or at least he thinks it is, until something dark and not flaming orange raises their head from his sopping wet leg—
"It's a lollipop, Stupid-Tsuna!"
Well, Tsuna-san? Does this shade of orange look good on me?
He turns his face into his pillow, and groans into it: "There's no way I'm going to pass that test tomorrow."
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end.
notes: So, yeah, hopefully this inspiration high sticks around. Seriously.