Disclaimer: Nope don't own, no matter how many pennies I try to fork over.
This is the first oneshot I've written in a while, created through the boredom of sitting in the library for 3 hours… I hope you guys enjoy it! Reviews are always appreciated. :D
The ingredients sizzled as it swished in the pan, cooking slowly as the spatula created various patterns ensuring the contents are evenly distributed. The wielder hummed in satisfaction as the mouth-watering aroma wafted off the perfuming ingredients. As the dish was nearing its completion, the wielder of the pan sprinkled the final touches to his creation. He removed the pan from the stove and placed the food into differently coloured bento boxes, rearranging the items into the most appetizing way possible.
He looked at the finished product with a sense of accomplishment and thought to himself, 'Even if I'm dame at everything else I do, at least I can do this one thing right.'
Tsuna was glad that he learned how to cook from his mother at a young age, even if no one else knew about his one talent. Cooking was the one thing that he could go to when he was faced with any problems, whether it be bullying, getting bitten to death by Hibari-senpai or just failing his tests. When thinking of the past, he smiled as he realized how different his life is now. Despite that he has to deal with the mafia and Reborn now, there are so many things that he gained. He has friends now, no matter how unusual they are, and they're making his life seem so much brighter.
His hands paused as he mused, 'Reborn brought so many changes when he stormed into my life… I suppose I'm still grateful, not that I'll ever tell him that.'
He let his hands finish going through the movements to tie up the bento boxes and then moved to put the boxes into his bag. He made one for each of his guardians. It was the only way that he knew of to show his appreciation for them. Although he made most of the lunches that he gave to them, none of them knew that it was actually him who spent time slaving over the stove every morning. Reborn usually got the occasional cup of espresso and various Italian snacks waiting for him on the table in the afternoon instead. From the glances that Reborn gave him when he sat down to enjoy his coffee, Tsuna knew that Reborn at the very least had an idea that it was him.
No matter, it's good enough for him when he sees their smiling faces as they eat the food he so lovingly prepared for them he thought as he rushed through the door.
He had to go deliver some lunches.
