[A/N: I have no ownership on the Katekyo Hitman Reborn. I often don't like this kind of plot but after thinking about it, it does sound like something that could happen to these two. Fair warning, might be OOC.]
Haru woke up to feeling a bit dizzy. She remembered last night's festivities with the famiglia. It was their first gathering after successfully getting into college. She moved to sit up but was struck with the pain emanating from beneath. She froze in panic.
'What happened?', she thought frantically and looked at her surroundings. She was clearly at somebody else's place.
She lifted the blanket and wailed mentally at her naked stated. She could see the kiss marks on her thighs. 'This can't be happening,' she thought with a sob. She was determined to have her first time with someone she loved. Tsuna flashed through her mind but she forcefully brushed that image away, feeling disgusted with herself. He was with her best friend and she was going to get rid of her feelings for him as soon as she can.
She heard water running in the next room. She needed to get out of this place before he comes back. She looked for her clothes albeit slower as she coped with her soreness. She put on her skirt and underwear. She froze when she spotted the bracelet next to her bra. She knew that bracelet all to well. It belonged to a certain hot-headed, arrogant and dangerous storm guardian.
She mentally cursed the heavens before taking it back and cursing at herself instead. She didn't understand how she could have ended up in Gokudera's bed. Him, of all people. They didn't fight as much as before. She didn't hate him but it didn't mean she liked him as well. They barely tolerated each other.
She hastily put on her bra and looked for top. She found it closer to the entrance to his apartment. She noted the broken buttons and mentally cursed at him. She knew he was a brute but she thought he had enough consideration not to tear destroy her clothes. She put it on and borrowed his jacket thinking it was only fair enough. She couldn't go home with her bra exposed for all to see.
Hayato groaned when he woke up. He felt tired but oddly still. He remembered the heavy drinking session they had the night before. He heard a rustle on his side and noticed the weight of an arm on his abdomen. He froze and looked at the woman on his bed. He knew that hair anywhere. He groaned again, a hand rubbing at his face. This was not how he planned things to go.
He needed to think. He went to get a drink from the fridge and took some tablets. He looked at the woman on his bed. He could already hear her hysterical voice demanding him to take back what happened before. Miura was an idiot even in his mind. She looked oddly pleasant sleeping there, her obnoxious personality hidden behind her resting face.
He snickered at his thoughts. He wondered when she grew on him. He admitted that she was more bearable than before. Especially after Tsuna and Ryohei's sister got together. He remembered the damn woman's reaction then, barely keeping herself together. It was a wonder how she managed to keep up with her delusions and persistently stuck with the famiglia. With her personality, she was better off not associating herself with them.
When he felt his migraine subside, he went to the bathroom to take a shower. He needed to sort out his thoughts, thinking off how to confront the woman. He knew had to tolerate her for the tenth but this went above his expectations. He didn't exactly hate her. He begrudgingly admitted that she was useful when she wanted to be. She was still too irritating to have around.
He was dwelling in his thoughts when he heard the familiar low click of his front door. 'So she ran away,' he thought. He didn't expect her to be a coward. Then again they never got along well enough for her to be comfortable with him.
He finished his bath feeling relieved he didn't have to deal with her. There was a lingering irritation to how she ran away from him. It was a beating to his pride to think that she might have had a bad time. He snickered as he lit a cigarette. That couldn't be it. He remembered some of scenes of their late night experience. If her moans were something to go by, he'd say she was more than satisfied; even demanding him mindlessly for more.
Haru tried avoiding Gokudera to the best of her power. It didn't help that Kyoko asked her about the bruise at the back of her neck. She had to hurriedly cover go to her locket to get her scarf to cover it up. He had the audacity to leave a mark wherever he pleased. It made her feel worse when she slowly remembered her rather cooperative performance.
She had skipped school that day to tend to her physical and emotional state. She was relieved when he didn't try to contact her in any way but was pissed that he treated her like the other girls she heard he messed around with. She thought he only had eyes for Tsuna, thinking he swung that way but the other night told a different story. It didn't help how there were many rumors of his escapades although he vehemently rejected these when the others asked him.
Her moment of peace was interrupted when she heard a familiar voice behind her. She didn't count on him seeking her out.
"Hey"
She ignored him and finished putting on her scarf before closing her locker door. She tried to walk away but he stopped her, his arm blocking her escape path.
"Stop being a coward woman," he spoke gruffly. He looked irritated but then again, he always did.
She felt a pang of anger rise at his sentence. He looked at him and pushed his arm away, albeit tried to.
"I'm not a coward," she hissed.
"Ha," he snickered, testing her. His arm didn't move an inch despite her efforts. "We need to talk."
"There's nothing to talk about. What happened was an accident," she said hastily before hurriedly trying to escape.
"An accident? When you were the one who started it?" he caught her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
She blushed at his words before trying to compose herself again. It explained her blurred memory but she brushed it off.
"You clearly remember a lot. You shouldn't have gone along with it." She knew she wasn't making any sense but she couldn't stop it.
"Are you seriously blaming me for what happened?" he asked calmly, but she heard the anger behind his tone.
"Ye- I mean," she didn't want to deal with this yet. "Can we just forget about this?"
He caught her almost saying yes. He felt strong dislike the moment she tried to blame it all on him. He understood how she wanted to forget it, he wanted himself to but he can't help but take responsibility for it all.
"...Are you regretting it?" he asked in a low voice.
"I- Yes! Can you leave me alone now?" she didn't understand why she felt like crying. This was all happening too fast. Her mind was in a jumble and it reflected her emotions as well.
"Fine," she heard his answer and felt him move, walking away. She regret what she said but didn't want to take it back unless she was ready to engage in a conversation with him. She didn't understand how this was all jumbling in her head. She didn't mean to offend him but he kept up with his questions.
Hayato knew Miura was going to blame him for everything but he didn't expect to be affected by it. He felt oddly hurt by her accusation. He was intoxicated yes, but it didn't excuse anything even if she did start it. It was insulting to think that this was something to fix. It was better for him to respect her wishes and hopefully salvage whatever civility they can agree on after.
The past few weeks, he gave her space. Not even minding her loud interactions with the other idiots. He felt that he could do this much. It helped that they were from different departments with a large distance from the respective buildings. He felt a bit bad to admit that he didn't regret what happened. Takeshi had jokingly said that perhaps he constantly picked on her because he liked her. He had hit him for that, objecting strongly on why he would like her when she didn't even resemble her specie.
'What the hell is wrong with her?,' he asked to no one particular in his mind. He had felt a strong intent gaze on him and sharply turned thinking it was an enemy. He let go of the ring in his pocket when he saw her glaring at him.
He didn't understand why she kept acting hostile around him when he had respected her wishes and left her alone in the mean time. He did try talking to her but she basically slapped a paper on his face loudly announcing her want for him to leave her alone. He looked away and focused on what Tsuna was saying as he escorted him to his next class dutifully.
The next few weeks, he had learned to distinguish her hateful gaze on him from the others. He wondered what her problem was. When he had tried getting closer, she had acted like a guard dog ready to pounce on any trespasser. 'More like a chihuahua,' he thought afterwards.
He didn't understand women and he didn't have plans to try to when it only brought complications. He ignored her and focused on his tasks.
Haru knew she told Gokudera to leave her alone but she didn't think he would treat her as something non-existent. The nerve of him. He didn't even try to help her up when she fell. It was a relief that Takeshi was there to help her to the university clinic. He even gave her chocolate after. 'He's a saint,' she proclaimed in her head.
Takeshi's popularity wasn't surprising although she had to admit, so was Gokudera's. It took her awhile but she did understand their attraction to his face and rough personality. She frowned. If only it wasn't for his personality. Her mood soured at the thought of him again. This was getting out of hand. She found herself thinking about him at the oddest if times. She even saw him in her dreams.
She felt her face heat up at the thought of her latest nightmare. She insisted on how it was not a pleasant dream at all. She blamed it on her traumatic experience with him. She didn't understand how her mind could perceive it as anything else.
These past nights have been a hassle, with her remembering what happened slowly. It made it apparently just how cooperative she was then, even downright demanding. She felt herself heat up more on the thoughts running through her mind.
"Haru-chan?!" she heard Kyoko's call as she ran towards her. "Are you alright? I heard from Ryohei-niisan. How could you fall from a chair?"
Haru blushed as she remembered the scene. She also didn't expect herself to react as she did. She was attending one of her workshops and was getting some of the cloth from the wall cabinets. She had used a chair to help herself up, declining others offer to help her up. She was confident in her nimble feet, well at least until a certain someone appeared by the door to drop some of her requested material.
She turned to greet Takeshi when she saw Gokudera next to him. He was momentarily distracted and lost her footing. She closed her eyes as she fell to the floor. It was brief but she felt somebody catch her before she felt herself be dropped to the floor.
She opened her eyes when Takeshi helped her up. She glared at the figure behind him, looking away nonchalantly with his hands on his pockets. She got excused from her class and Takeshi volunteered to help her while Gokudera stayed behind to sort things out.
"Haru-chan?" Kyoko stared at her worriedly. She put a hand on her forehead. "You're burning up. Were you sick beforehand?"
She removed Kyoko's hand gently before patting it. "I'm alright. I just lost my balance. I was using the chair to get something from the wall cabinets."
"But you never lose your balance." Kyoko checked her again for any injuries.
"It just happened," she told her dismissively, looking away.
"Oh okay," Kyoko leaned back thinking she'll just wait for Haru to talk to her when she was ready.
Haru opened the chocolate she received from Takeshi. She broke off a piece and gestured for Kyoko to eat it.
"Where did you get this?" Kyoko asked as she at bits of the chocolate, looking genuinely confused.
"Oh. It's from Takeshi. He gave it to me so I would cheer up," Haru said happily as she savored the rich taste of the chocolate before she complained about Gokudera.
Kyoko looked like she wanted to day something but she shook her head and listened to Haru complain about the self-proclaimed Tsuna's right hand man.
"Why didn't you just give it yourself?," Hayato heard the casual inquiry from Takeshi. He knew the bastard was amused by the whole thing. He wanted to tell him it was none of his business but he did do him a favor.
"She would have thrown it back to my face," he said with a shrug. He heard the Takeshi laugh at his answer.
"But you would have let her get away with it right?" he heard the bastard asked.
"Shut up" he said as he turned to hit the bastard on the head but the latter swiftly dodged before slinging an arm on his shoulder.
"Oh come on. She would have liked it if you gave it to her," Takeshi said. He let Hayato roughly push him away.
"Doubt it," Hayato replied.
Takeshi smiled amusingly and followed the grumpy fellow, his hands behind his head.