Title: Nana x Kyouya
Summary: She just hasn't felt this important in a long time.
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Nana first takes notice of Kyouya as something more than Tsuna's friend when the teenager offers to help her carry the shopping back to her house. The man who tried to take her purse is stuffed halfway down the storm drain and Kyouya is already lifting the plastic bags from the sidewalk where she dropped them in shock.
She agrees and they walk back to her house. Tsuna is off on a camping trip with Reborn and his friends so no one is home to greet her. She simply thanks Kyouya and tells him to leave the bags in the kitchen but he insists on helping her unpack as well.
She knows he's just being polite, her friends have their own stories of the teenager helping them around town, but she still blushes all the same. It's something about the eyes he has, completely focused on her.
She just hasn't felt this important in a long time.
The next time she sees him, it has turned from sunny to raining buckets within a few seconds and she once again has shopping bags clutched in both hands. He turns the corner and walks right up to her before holding out his umbrella.
Kyouya carries the bags as she holds the umbrella over both of them and they make their way home. She stays as close as she dares, helpfully using the rain as an excuse to press into his side. Nana isn't sure he notices anything amiss, but she can almost catch him peering at her in curiosity.
Maybe she's just projecting.
The winds picks up halfway and she angles her hold on the umbrella just enough to have it flip inside out. She tries to fix it but oh so accidentally breaks a spoke of metal and smiles sheepishly at the teenager.
He places the bags in one hand down for a moment and pulls his jacket off, only to wrap it around her shoulders. She giggles at the gentlemanly move and the warmth of the jacket, easily tossing the broken umbrella into a roadside bin when they pass one.
They're soaked within minutes and when they arrive at her home, she insists that Kyouya take a shower to warm up so he doesn't get sick. She ushers him to the bathroom and steps out for a towel and change of clothes, arriving back to see him stripped out of his shirt and unzipping his pants.
She starts fussing over his wet hair and how bad she feels about having stolen his jacket, taking the time to let her eyes wander over his pale skin and the trails of water droplets that trace the dips of his muscles before seeping into the top of his pants which are currently riding very low on his hips.
She smiles sweetly in a ditzy manner and steps out to let him shower. She takes her own time in the bathroom to simply dry off and change into very warm clothes, mostly trying to convince herself that accidentally walking in on him wouldn't be a good start.
She's down in the kitchen, making hot chocolate, by the time he emerges at the top of the stairs. Nana can't help but watch as he moves so gracefully, walking straight up to her with those intent eyes.
His collar bones are showing and the sleeves extend past the tips of his fingers while the pants legs are obviously rolled up. He's swimming in Iemitsu's old clothes and she loves every second of it.
Nana hands over the mug and he thanks her politely, taking a sip immediately despite the drink's burning heat, his lips blue from the cold.
Oh my, did she accidentally turn on the washing machine when it was on the annoying setting that made the house taps run freezing cold? And was the air conditioner on twelve degrees celsius? And oh, those thin clothes of his certainly don't help matters.
Whoopsie daisy.
She babbles about her day and guides him to the couch, allowing him no chance to excuse himself. She sits next to him and pulls over a blanket, tucking it around both of them as she puts on a mindless show about explosions and fast cars.
He's pressing into her side for warmth within ten minutes, and she's impressed he lasted that long.
Nana gets up and makes some more hot chocolate about half an hour in, quickly slipping upstairs and turning off the space heater before hiding it under the bed and coming back to see him shivering now that her body heat isn't keeping him warm.
She frowns then as she passes over the drink and presses a hand to his cheek, his skin ice cold, wondering idly aloud why he's shivering when the heater is on, and then asking if he'd want to go to a warmer room.
He replies that he's fine and should be getting home.
Nana frets about the thunder storm outside and eventually gets him upstairs and into the master bedroom, explaining that it was the warmest room in the house. It technically is, considering the small heater she had on beforehand.
He doesn't protest at all as she coaxes him into the bed, and only curls into her when she slides in after him.