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ten—hunger.

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Of course, Sawada Tsunayoshi is no stranger to urges and desires. He's a male teenager: his hormones are raging; his hands don't ignitewith just deathperation flames anymore, his heart pounds in his chest for different reasons than fear now. He's growing up—or rather, that's what he hopes is going on. Either he's growing up, or he's becoming more and more of a pervert as each day passes. Tsunayoshi isn't an idiot—Enma would tend to agree, basically anyone other than Hibari and Reborn would agree with that statement—he knows that his wants and needs are changing.

He just never expects to want Haru this much—the feeling is like one of Hibari's tonfa strikes: hard and fast, so quick that he can't even see it coming. His Hyper Intuition can't pick it up either. His body just starts burning for no apparent reason, and though he knows it has something to do with Haru—it always happens whenever she's in the same room as he is—he's not sure why he's all of a sudden imagining pull her shirt from her body, running his lips across her shoulder, pulling her bra straps from her chest, exposing her beating heart to his touch—

And of course, those thoughts crawl up his spine, like clockwork—

—and once he realizes he's about to fall off the deep end, he waves his palms in the air and hides his blushing face from whoever or whatever is in front of him, be it Hibari, Reborn, Mukuro, Adelheid—funny, he's only listing scary people—or the wall.

(Either he's losing his mind, or Hibari's hit him one too many times on the head in between X-Burners.)

(Which reminds him, isn't Hibari-san sparring with Suzuki-san right now?)

(Yeah, sparring—that's why Tsunayoshi's staring at the bill for the Facility's dormitory repairs.)

The scent of strawberries, orchids, and honey—holy crow, is this who he thinks it is?—floods his senses as the door flies open, revealing a flustered Haru, who's pale cheeks are glistening with a smoky violet-powder blue glow. Tsunayoshi isn't sure how he's supposed to take this development—it's only because of that telltale azure-purple glow wafting into the room from the hallway that he leaps from his chair, grabbing his mittens and pills moments later. He doesn't need an explanation, at least one spoken. He knows it's got something to do with the booms and shakes coming from the training room.

Adelheid and Hibari must be doing more than just training.

.

Sure as shit, they are doing more than just training.

Tsunayoshi's mittens and pills fall to the floor from his hands, and it's only because Haru's trembling behind him that he manages to stay upright. Adelheid's got Hibari in one of those pin-downs that—for any normal human—will qualify for one of those things Reborn's named sweaty-time poses. And though Hibari's lying underneath the busty, red-eyed Glacier Guardian of Shimon—the one he supposed hates with every fiber of his being that's not plotting sadistic ways to kill Rokudo Mukuro—he's got one hell of a feisty grin on his face, one that flings Tsunayoshi into a tank of toxic waste and explodes him one hundred times over.

Tsunayoshi's trembling just as fervently as Haru—"Hibari never grins like that, what the hell is going on here?"—as he watches Adelheid's loose, dark hair fall over her shoulders as she leans toward the crucified Hibari lying still beneath her, her crimson eyes half-lidded and smoldering gently—

He's not gonna let her, he's not gonna let her, he's not gonna let her, he's not gonna let her—

—and much to Tsunayoshi's complete shock, Hibari lets her touch her lips to his, hold his face, thread her fingers through his hair, straddle him with her pale, white legs.

He wonders if this is what being staked is like.

Then, he hears Haru squeal—"Hahi!"—and once it registers with both Adelheid and Hibari that they're no longer alone, the skylark's head's rising from the cement floor, the face that once held that scary grin now bearing an angry, twisted scowl that—to Tsunayoshi—is so close to the normal one he wears that he sighs in relief, dropping to the floor to pick up his mittens and pills. All the while, he's forgetting that the two breathless monsters not too far away from him are starving and debating which method of death is painful enough to suffice as retribution for interrupting them.

But, instead of getting up and ripping him to shreds, Hibari asks, "Do you need something, herbivore?"

And Tsunayoshi, still shocked, replies, "My sanity?"

Adelheid bites back a laugh, but a small amount of icy humor escapes her lips, prompting Hibari to flick his gaze back to her. There's something in their eyes that makes something boil deep inside Tsunayoshi, makes him think of what it will feel like to run his fingers down the slope of Haru's milky shoulders, smooth his fingertips across her skin, taste the curve of her neck, cup her chest in his hands, brush his tongue across the outer contours of her mouth—

Then he gets it—

—"Oh, God, Hibari-san!" he exclaims, hiding his face, blushing red as a tomato. He's sure Hibari's wondering if Tsunayoshi needs to go to a mental hospital, Adelheid's silently laughing in amusement, and he knows Haru's kneeling beside him, her hands on his shoulders, attempting to figure out what's wrong, what made him explode like that.

But it's useless—he's figured out what sweaty-time is.

.

So, a little while later—the booms and shakes are still rocking the Vongola Mansion's foundations—he's in his bedroom, allowing Haru to ease his discomfort in the only way she can:

Learn by example.

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end.

notes: Still in Writer's Block, but innuendos always manage to get me out of it. And, this prompt was practically beginning for it, so I just went with it. I'll write something cleaner tomorrow, I promise. I do not own the term sweaty-time. The person who does rocks my socks. Thanks for the feedback everyone, please keep it up.