Last of the ones I forgot about haha
-Splinter-
"It's not funny!" Tsuna insists as Kahiro dies of laughter, almost falling off the veranda in her back garden.
"Oh my god, it so is!" She guffaws, leaning towards him and lowering her voice. "A splinter. A future mafia boss has been defeated by a splinter."
"Kahiro!" The brunet turns red in slight embarassment, the girl waving her hand as if to say 'joking, joking'. She then looks him dead in the eyes and poorly hides another snort of amusement. "Kahiro!"
"Okay, okay, now I'm done. I promise." Shaking her head with a smile, she gestures for Tsuna to show her his hand. The splinter is lodged in his palm, it having gotten there when he'd fallen over earlier on the wooden veranda, Kahiro actually falling over him but meeting no such fate. "Gonna have to get the tweezers for this one." She decides, Tsuna's face turning pale. "Don't you worry, I'm a pro at this." Kahiro laughs again, patting him on the cheek before standing up.
"Pro?" He manages to say, still horrified at the prospect of her yanking the splinter out. Yes, he could manage being shot at, manage being in dangerous fights, but ugh, he did not want to do this!
She smiles in bemusement. "Come on, you know me! How could I have not gotten about a billion splinters at my age?"
"You make it sound like you're old." Tsuna mutters as she disappears inside the house.
"Oi, you whippersnapper!" A yell comes from inside, making him hide a smile behind his hand. Fairly soon she emerges with a first aid kit and a bottle of liquid. "Alcohol, to make you drunk enough to forget the pain!" She laughs at his slightly wary expression. "Nah, it's just water." At this, she unscrews the cap and, without warning, pours it over the red area of Tsuna's hand.
"Ow!"
"Cleanliness is next to godliness and far away from infection...ness." Kahiro finishes lamely, patting down the wet area with a bit of tissue.
"That was terrible."
"Shut up, I'm the doctor here."
Tsuna almost says she's a terrible doctor in response but then remembers Shamal and decides she isn't that bad.
Then, she brings out another small bottle. "Now, this is the alcohol to make you drunk enough to forget the pain."
"It's water isn't it?"
She puts her hand to her heart in mock offence. "Tsunayoshi, I would never lie to you! But please don't drink it, as my one and only patient I can't let you die from drinking this alcohol." Kahiro then grinned and set to work sterilising the tweezers that Tsuna was still eyeing cautiously. "Now, are you ready to feel the burn?"
"I am not happy with you being my doctor." He tells her.
"Too bad, you've got no choice." She readies her tweezers, Tsuna automatically flinching and not letting her get a good grip on the splinter. He moves again when she tries once more, Kahiro huffing and flicking her gaze up to the boy. "This doctor patient relationship is clearly not working very well."
He winces. "Sorry, I'm not really good with pain..."
"No pain no gain."
"Isn't that about fitne-" He isn't able to finish off his sentence, instinctively moving his hand away from Kahiro's tweezers again when she tries to take him by surprise.
"Okay, well this isn't working." She observes with a sigh, frowning a little up at Tsuna when he looks embarrassed and apologetic. "...You know, this one time when I went to the doctor as a kid I started crying because they were going to do an injection. And I mean full out bawling and screaming."
Realizing what she's getting at, Tsuna looks down at the ground. "But that was when you were a kid." He mumbles.
Kahiro pauses. "...I cried when I sprained my ankle."
That gets Tsuna's attention and he snaps his gaze back up to her, taken aback. The memory of her falling down the stairs rose in his mind alongside the front she was keeping up that she was perfectly happy with everything, covering up her frustration that she couldn't move the way she wanted to. But cry? No, he hadn't even thought she'd cry, she was Kahiro, she didn't do stuff like that.
"It was after you left me with that Shamal doctor guy." She curls herself up a little, looking sheepish. "One of the first things he said to me was he didn't mind if I cried because it hurt. I hadn't even realized I was all teary eyed until he said that. And I've had a hell of a lot worse than just a sprained ankle and I know you've had a lot worse than anything I've had happen so don't...don't feel bad that you get iffy with pain that you think shouldn't matter." She shrugs and laughs a little but it's slightly strained. "It's pain. You're not meant to want it."
It takes him a little while to respond. "But we're talking about a splinter. You were even joking about it before and it shouldn't-" He breaks off, feeling a little more embarrassed.
"Tsunayoshi, you aren't a coward y'know." She speaks softly with a small smile now. "I mean, with what you've told me about the mafia and everything, I don't think anyone could call you a coward with how you've managed to keep everyone you care about safe." Her eyes then flick downwards and she keeps talking, fingers grabbing at his wrist again so softly that he thinks he's imagining it. "I think you're probably braver than anyone I know."
"You're always saying nice things about me." He is speaking quietly now despite no one being around them, it feeling almost like they're exchanging secrets. His hand pulses a little in pain as he finds himself analyzing her features again: the small hairs at the nape of her neck he can see now she's leaning over a little, the flick of her eyelashes, the curvature of her eyebrows.
"I wouldn't say them unless I believed I was telling the truth." Then, she lifts her eyes up to his again and she smile grows a little. "And you really are braver than you know. You didn't even flinch this time." Kahiro raises the tweezers with a small splinter in between the two prongs of metal. "I told you, I'm a pro."
He can't find his words for a little while. "...Thank you, Kahiro."
"No, thank you for listening to me ramble." The words tumble out of her mouth with a little less confidence and grace than usual. "People don't...I'm not usually listened to about things like that. But you paid so much attention you didn't even-" She laughs with a nervous tinge to her voice. "Thanks, Tsunayoshi."
Tsuna wants to tell her that he'll always listen to her not matter what it is she wants to talk about, but his mind is still reeling from those compliments that she probably doesn't know mean the world to him.
