[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 smiled as she accepted her friend's offer to pour her a drink. The had finished their preparations for the school festival. It was a painstaking the night before the opening when one of the model's tried to sabotage a rival designer's work for the competition. It was a hassle to resolve but she was glad that the overall event went fine. Now they were celebrating the successful run of the competition with a celebratory dinner in one of the nearby Izakayas. 'A little wouldn't hurt,' she thought as she tipped the glass to drink.

They congratulated their team leader who was finishing up his last year in university. She smiled and cheered along with the others after his speech. Their other seniors also followed with their own speeches. She felt sentimental by the end of it. She wondered how she would feel when she finally be at that step.

By the end of the dinner, she was already tipsy. She was thankful to Rika, a member she gotten close with recently, who drank some of the drinks for her. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, it took a moment for her eyes to focus. She grinned when she read the name.

"Hellooo~," she greeted. Maybe a little too loudly when she saw Rika cringe and lean away.

"Are you drunk?," Hayato asked accusingly.

"I'm not!" she denied, stopping with a hic.

She heard him sigh. "Where are you right now?"

"No it's fine!" she assured him. She knew what he was planning. "I'm going back with Rika," she said in as much stable tone she could muster. She knew he just got back from one of his side missions in the famiglia.

Rika rolled her eyes and leaned near Haru's phone. "We're at Nishi's. Hurry up," she said clearly.

"Rika!"

"Sorry. Last minute plans," she said in a playful tone, not even looking apologetic. "Don't worry. I'll stay here 'till your Romeo comes by," she said as she patted Haru's shoulder.

Haru felt a blush settle quickly on her face. Before she could deny Rika's cheesy label for him.

"Oh-hoh! So it was true."

She turned to their team leader who managed to hear Rika. She felt uneasy when the rest of the team looked at her with poorly concealed meddling interest. She was puzzled by some of the disbelieving looks. She didn't try to hide the fact that she was enamored with someone although she didn't tell them who.

"W-What? I did say," Haru said in somewhat a bemused manner. She turned to Rika who kindly explained how the rest thought she was only dating a virtual boyfriend from an otome.

"It's trending these days! Even I have one," Rika said plainly.

It was her turn to look at them in disbelief. Did they really think it was impossible for her to get a real life boyfriend. She was aware of her quirks but the again who doesn't have their own quirks.

"I can't believe you guys!" she started, acting in mock anger. "Of course I have one as well," she continued with a laugh, not being able to keep it up. It was a game she played with Kyoko. It was a fantasy-based otome based on a Japanese myth. It didn't take long before the others started discussing the current trending virtual characters. Haru went along and they started a poll between the strongest virtual male and virtual female contenders.

It was a rollercoaster of topics and she enthusiastically joined in. After a while, she stood up to excuse herself to the powder room when she felt the room spin a little, her previous enthusiasm taking a toll on her. She stopped midway and sat back down. She cradled her head in her arm. She did drink a bit more but this was more on her not getting enough sleep. She felt Rika rubbing her back.

"Took you long enough. Forgot your horse?," she heard Rika suddenly say to someone.

"What nonsense are you on about?" she smiled at the grumpy voice. She felt a prod to her side. She peeked from her arm and saw his ever perpetual frown gracing his face. She smiled sheepishly. She knew he was going to be pissed. "Sorry," she apologized.

"I'm taking you back," he said, his tone giving no room for argument. She sighed and relented. She tugged the hem of his shirt weakly and he bent down.

"You're worrying too~ much," she said with as she cupped his face. He blushed before she lightly pinched his cheeks. "You're going to ruin your handsome face."

"Quit it!," He moved to remove her hands from his face when she kissed his nose.

She heard cooing from the others and flushed. She forgot where they were. She got excited after finally seeing him again. She didn't know what to say when they commented on their chemistry and even more so when Rika commented on the sexual tension between them both.

Hayato looked at Haru questioningly and she told him she would tell him later. She was sure he'd tease her about it after. She stood up with Hayato's help and thanked the rest before excusing herself first. She parted with Rika at the entrance before she and Hayato's walked back.

She wrapped her arm around his on the walk back. It felt nice spending time with again. He laughed when she told him about the other's lack of belief in her having a real boyfriend. She hit him in the arm for that with a dramatic huff. She felt a bit lightheaded after. He led her to a nearby bench and sat next to her. She rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.

"Told you not to overdo it," he said as he held her hand, rubbing the back of it.

"It was a party! We deserved it after all that," she defended with a pout. She knew he was worried, but he could be overprotective sometimes. "Besides, Rika was with me."

"Just be careful next time," he said as he pinched her cheek. She slapped his hand away.

She heard him sigh. Feeling a bit guilty, she raised her hand up to his face and gently patted his cheek. "Thank you for coming to get me," she said before she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

He grunted but did not say anything. He turned to her and she read his intention. She met him halfway, hand on his cheek as their lips met. He brushed his lips on hers before he leaned in to capture it more intimately. He pulled back after and she shivered when his warm breath brushed her sensitive lips. She leaned up to kiss him once more before she pulled back.

"Feel better?" he asked and she nodded.

She accepted his offered hand and he helped her up. She wrapped her hand with his as they continued to walk back.

They decided to head back to his place which was closer. Haru excitedly stopped by at the convenience store to buy a few ice cream flavors. She insisted that he try them with the mochi she made and he begrudgingly accepted after she assured him that it wasn't going to be as sweet as he thought.

Hayato amusingly observed as Haru planned the meals for the next day. He opened the fridge to store her purchase of the night. He wondered when he had stocked up on some of her ridiculously sweet, self-acclaimed necessities. He walked back to sit next to her on the couch.

He rested his head on his hand, leaning on the arm of the couch as he watched her lie down on his lap. She was still rambling about the things she had in mind, he stroked her hair absent-mindedly while he checked her condition. He was glad she was feeling better. He knew he might've gone overboard with him hovering over her action when it come to alcohol, but he didn't want to risk things to chance given what had happened to them.

He had a small smile on his face when he noticed she yawned, looking very comfortable with him. She looked more sober with her exhaustion catching up. Well until she suddenly reacted.

"Oh right!" she suddenly sat up, face distorting at the upcoming nausea for the sudden action.

"Settle down," he hissed as he gently pulled her back to his lap. She did cooperate although she was more busy rummaging through her bag nearby.

"What the heck are you looking for?"

He didn't know what was more important than her rest. He offered to help but she immediately refused.

"Close your eyes!"

"What the-"

"Please!"

"Oh for the love of-"

He went along, closing his eyes grumpily. He frowned when he heard her giggling.

"Tada!"

He opened his eyes to see her presenting him a noticeably customized black jacket. He noticed with irony how she chose a 'bomber jacket' design. Somehow, her ramblings on which designs suited him sunk in his brain. It had intricate designs trailing up the arm area that he frankly liked. He checked the back and saw the abstract wings. It went from the upper back and extended to his arms. It was a combination of burgundy red and rusty gold. It went well with the jet black color of the jacket. She showed him the numerous inner pockets she provided, knowing his love for convenient storage.

"Try it on!"

He helped her sit up before standing up to try it on. He could clearly feel the extra care she gave when she made this. It fit comfortably loose. He loved the extra storage wondered how she managed to get the preferences he liked. When looked back at her, she could tell what was going through his mind.

"I still have some of your clothes," she said shyly. His clothes were ridiculously comfortable. She knew that he sometimes purposely forgot to get them back when he saw her wear them even though he constantly complained on his diminishing amount of shirts and jackets.

He smirked at her shy expression. He remembered the familiar pang in his chest the first time he saw her in just his shirt. It was hard to hold back but somehow he managed. He looked back at the jacket and he felt a bit shy when he felt the feelings she put into it. He had wondered what she kept hiding when he visited her place. He didn't think it was this. He really liked it. It was different to the costumes she made before and it felt very personal.

"You look good in it!" She said happily, her hands clapping as she rambled on. She was busy taking notes on the design revisions she would make in her next designs.

She saw him move and she was suddenly engulfed in a tight hug. She wore a warm smile as she wrapped her arms around his back as he kept her close. He felt him spread soft kisses up on her neck before kissing her ear. She shuddered at the feeling.

"Thank you," he whispered to her.

She gave him a giddy smile when he pulled away. She saw the tinted color on his ears noting that he felt shy. She found it endearing.

"So you do have good taste," he suddenly said.

"Hey!" she hit his arm in protest and he let her. "I'll have you know I'm ranked as one of the top in my grade," she proudly boasted. He looked at her with an amused look in his eyes.

"What?" she asked.

He leaned in towards her, kneeling on the couch as he pulled her into his arms. She understood what he didn't voice out. She returned the gesture, her hands pulling his head closer.

"I missed you too," she said softly and she felt him sigh into her hair. It felt intimate for him to breathe in her scent.

He pulled back at her words, his eyes looking at her softly. He leaned in to give a soft peck to her lips. She returned the kiss with more passion to which he immediately matched. He was always careful with her when they were alone. She appreciated him trying to make up for their sudden jump in intimacy. She sometimes did find it frustrating whenever he stopped when they get too passionate. It left her craving for more.

She tugged him closer, having her sit beside him as she straddled his lap. She deepened the kiss, her tongue greedily looking for his. She let out a moan when his tongue met with hers, smoothly entangling. His hand, warm on the back of her neck trailed down to her side. She felt the slight squeeze on the side of her breast but he did not continue. She felt his other hand caress her thigh, moving towards her abdomen. He moved downwards, and she felt a rush of excitement when he neared her treasured place. To her dismay, he avoided the spots she wanted him to caress.

She pulled away from the kiss, her hands landing on his as she pushed it closer to her skin and slowly dragged it towards her breasts. She boldly coaxed him to lightly squeeze, and moaned when he did.

"Hayato," she panted. "Touch me."

She saw his eyes darken before he gently brushed his fingers on her breasts. She shivered, her eyes never taking off his. She felt disappointed when his hands pulled away, only to gasp when his hands went under her shirt. He reached for the back of her bra, his eyes asking for her permission and she nodded as she leaned down to give him a peck. "Please," she whispered.

His hands moved to caress her upper back before trailing down her side to the area beneath her breasts. She bit her lip when she felt him cup them. He was gentle and thorough as he touched them. He leaned down to her chest, his nose running a line. His lips settled on one of her breast, his breath already causing a reaction. His mouth closed on one of her nipples and she gasped at the sensation. She felt his tongue moving against the cloth of her shirt, wetting the area.

She pulled him closer, her rear settling near his groin. He let out a low groan when she grinded on him. Taken aback, his movement momentarily stopped. His other hand drifted to her lower waist, cupping her bottom as he moved against her as well. She moaned when she felt the noticeable hardness under her and grinded on it, loving the sensation. His mouth transferred to his other nipple as his hand joined the other as he followed her pace, moving his hips up to meet her heat.

She gasped when he lightly bit her nipple, feeling sensitive from the attention he gave both. He leaned up to kiss her neck. She gripped his shoulders when she felt him suck on her skin, his warm breath causing her to shudder. She moaned when she felt him leave a mark, warmth pooling faster from her abdomen rushing downwards. She pulled his head up to kiss him deeply, wanting more of him as she moved against him harder. He followed, his mouth moving fervently against hers wanting to savor her taste. His hands cupped her bottom, the tips of his fingers near her sex. He felt himself grew harder listening to her and he moved against her faster. He gave a hard thrust and felt her stiffen, her thighs tightening around his hips. She pulled away from the kiss as she moaned his name out in release. She pulled his head closer with her arms, her head resting on his neck.

He wrapped his arms around her, his hands leaving comforting strokes as he kissed the side of her head. He breathed in her tantalizing smell, feeling better now that she was in her arms after two weeks of being away from each other. She nuzzled against him and he held her tighter. He took in a few breaths to calm himself down. He needed to escape to the bathroom afterwards to take care of his rather hard problem.

He was taken aback when he felt her hand rub against his stiffened member. The heat of her hand could be felt through his pants.

"Hayato," she called out. Her voice sounded breathy and provocative to his ears.

He took a deep breath as her hand groped through the fabric. He leaned his forehead on her shoulder, his hands stiff on her waist. He felt her unbutton his pants and pull his member out from his boxers. He groaned when he felt her hand directly touch his length.

Haru watched his reactions as she caressed him. He was hiding his face, occasionally kissing her shoulder. She had heard about this from the girls back then and she had felt disgusted at the thought of this. Now, she felt herself wanting to do more for him as she observed him. She moved down from the couch.

Hayato registered the warm breath over his member. He grabbed Haru's wrist fast and pulled her away.

"Wait!" He watched confusion settle on her face. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts quick. He knew she wasn't completely sober right now and that rang an alarm in his head.

"Did I do something wrong?," she asked. He felt guilty when he saw her face.

"No!" he immediately replied. "It's just that- You're not sober right now."

His hand ran through his hair as he tried to explain. "You might regret this.."

She gently removed his hand from hers and laid a kiss on his wrist. He felt his face warm at the wanting look on her face. "But I want to do this... Can I?," she asked as she leaned her face on his member.

He didn't stop her when she attempted to please him again. He felt his member get sensitive from her proximity alone. He watched as she grasped his member again, her hand moving up and down. It was sloppy but it felt better without any clothing blocking the contact.

Haru was naturally curious. She found herself wanting to try some of the things she heard about from her girl friends before. She felt a bit shy when she saw his member in entirety but felt encouraged to try more when she saw his reactions. Maybe it was the alcohol pulling down some of her inhibitions but she wasn't repulsed to the idea of doing more with him.

She leaned down and kissed the head of his member. He immediately reacted, a low groan from his lips.

"Haru..."

She liked how her name rolled from his lips. Feeling encouraged, she started to lick down. His muffled growls aroused something within her. She took some of the advised she heard before and applied it. He especially reacted when she kissed his scrotum.

Hayato felt confused with how to feel about her knowing what to do. He had a feeling the girls where behind it. He felt a bit annoyed that they taught her this but at the same time thankful. He hissed, stiffening when she took him into her mouth. Her moist, warm mouth engulfing his member. He felt very close already given how he didn't find release earlier. He felt his control nearly break when she started moving.

She paused briefly, feeling overwhelmed with him in her mouth. She should've known it would be difficult given his size. She had looked up and saw how his head threw back, the back of his hand covering his mouth. She felt his hand settle on her head. He looked at her heatedly although she could see the hint of worry in his eyes when she didn't move. She focused on the sensation of him in her mouth and moved.

"... Close," she heard him bit out after a while, panting as he took breaths. She felt him tap her shoulder but she held on, moving faster.

"Fuck... Haru!"

She felt his release flow inside her mouth, she couldn't help but spit it out at the weird sensation. She looked at him. He was still recovering, his arm on covering his face. She rubbed her hand on the sore part of neck, she should've expected this. She found him looking at her.

"Ah sorry," she started, indicating the fluid on the the floor.

"Don't be stupid. It's fine!," he answered immediately. He picked up the scarf lying on the couch and wiped her mouth. "You don't need to do that anyway... Are you okay?" he asked as he looked at her worriedly, his hand cradling her head. His thumbs rubbed the part near her ear and she sighed at the comfortable feeling.

"I'm okay," she replied as she gave him a small smile warmed by his concern. He pulled her up and gently settled her over him. He pulled her close and gave her gave her a kiss. She pushed back and returned the gestured as much as she could.

"Hayato?" she called out.

"Hmm?" he pulled back to look at her, his eyes still in a breathtakingly dark shade.

"Can we continue?" she asked and she watched his eyes darken some more. She felt anticipation flow through her as he eyed her hungrily.