A/N: Don't mind me, just writing down an inner urge.
MoonflowerKnight was kind enough to offer to translate this to Vietnamese! :D You can find the link on my profile.
Disclaimer: I don't own KHR.
Tsuna was scribbling furiously like his life depended on it, and considering the presence of a certain hitman, it probably did. Though the fact that the hitman wasn't in the room right at that moment eased the the young Decimo-in-training's thoughts by a minuscule amount.
He didn't even realise someone was prodding his cheek, as focused as he was. (And besides, he had worked through Lambo and I-pin's fights enough times that he was practically immune to distractions by this point.)
It wasn't until those pokes turned into a pulling on his cheek that he jerked his head around.
"Hiieeee! Byakuran! What are you doing?!"
Byakuran sat beside him, perpetual bag of marshmallows in his lap. He had returned to prodding Tsuna's cheek, watching in fascination as the pliant flesh sunk in as his finger did before bouncing out again as he lifted his finger. That texture and that smooth spongy softness was so much like his favourite sweet that he couldn't resist!
He leaned in and took a bite.
Meanwhile, Tsuna was freaking out as Byakuran chomped on his cheek. "Byakuran!? What in the world are you doing?!"
The white haired man's reply was to push the bag of marshmallows into Tsuna's lap.
And the brunet's eyes widened as he realised the bag was empty.
"I'm not a marshmallow!"
Just as the brunet blurted this out, Reborn kicked the door down and pointed his gun at the boy.
"Dame-Tsuna, if I don't see those problems done in five minutes you have to run 50 laps around Namimori tomorrow morning."
"B-but Byakuran-!"
"Ignore him, you have 4 minutes and 39 seconds left."
"Hieeee! W-wait Reborn!"
And the boy returned to scribbling furiously at gun point, Byakuran still latched onto his cheek.
A/N: Hopefully this will sate my desire to bite my friend's cheeks (not to mention Tsuna's). Just imagine a Tsunamallow! :D