Chapter 5, "Coffee and Rain"
Pairing : GiottoxTsuna (G27)
Disclaimer : I don't own KHR
Warning: This fic contains yaoi (boyxboy love)! Don't like? Don't read. I've warned you.
A/N: Just to remind you; this is from Tsuna's POV. And Giotto are talking with Tsuna using Italian the whole time. I didn't change the word setting 'cause reading the whole chapter with italics will be...a bit awkward...for me.
I planned to upload this yesterday, but internet sucked and the uploader hated me, so yeah. But it loves me today~- *slapped*
Enjoy~
Just like what I've expected; in less than a week, Giotto has his own fanclub. Not surprising, though. The way he smiles is simply angelic, the way he acts is definitely elegant and gentle, the words came from his mouth is unmistakably polite, the way he tried to please everyone is really amazing—and it's making the girls run over the heels for him.
I think I sounded like a love-struck high school teenager every time I describe him. Agreed?
My legs ran as fast as they could, my eyes are still heavy, and a toast is hanging on my mouth. I stayed up late yesterday, trying to cram some deadly mathematic formulas. Hell, trigonometry and algebra will be the death of me. Thank goodness, Giotto is nice and patient enough to help me study, which was why I woke up in his room.
I had to run to the bathroom to do things. One is to take a bath, and second…
is to hide my obviously red face.
The morning meeting was normal –and boring as always—nothing was out of place, fortunately. Under the routine I've done lately, I walked to the principal's room with a cup of coffee on the top of the tray, held by my hand. Giotto's worktable is in the devil's office, something around the lines about "easier communication". My mom made me bring a coffee sachet to school, since I bought it out of impulse when I saw the super-bitter coffee part in the coffee stuffs. I remembered that he liked bitter coffees, so I searched for the ones that came from European areas –at least it came from up there- and thank God, Italy was one of them. I didn't remember exactly what the brand is, though.
Let's just hope his taste of liking hasn't change after 400 years, hmm?
I hold the tray by my right hand, as my left one reached out to open the door. Reborn was nowhere in sight. That's pretty…odd.
"Is there something wrong?" words spilled out of the bold teacher, and blue sky eyes widen themselves. I smiled, memories of 400 years ago started to flood my mind. "Nope," I shook my head, clearing it. Then suddenly he stunned in his place, it's as if he has just entered a reverie. He snapped back to life seconds later and apologized quickly. "Sorry…I just had a feeling that this had happened before." He said.
"De javu?" I asked.
"Nah. More like…memories." He shrugged.
"Maybe it's the memories you had when you were in Italy," I suggested, a smile came across my features.
"No, I'm sure they're not…"
"…Oh well. Anyway, I have a new type of coffee here, wanna try?" I held up the coffee sachets.
"Sure," and I started to walk towards the coffee machine and poured in the powder to the jar. As the water boils, the water turned to black, and a heavy smell of coffee filled the room. After it's done, I poured some of the black liquid and put it on Giotto's table.
I went back to the couches and stared up at him expectantly. He sipped the coffee with much care, and raised an eyebrow at me.
"What?" he asked.
"Do you like it?" I asked back. "I hope it's bitter enough for you." A giggle escaped my lips. I tried to read the small scripts playfully.
"…yeah." He said. "It's nice, thanks." He smiled at me. I blushed a little, and turned around to hide my growing blush.
Heck, don't change to love-struck-high-school-girl mode now!
"I only remembered that you like bitter coffees, even though I've forgotten the brand. Thank goodness you still like it!" I tried to melt the invisible ice between us.
"…how did you know that I like bitter coffees?"
I felt all of my body motions came into a halt, and I was in complete silence.
"Uh…you've told me…?" the words spilled from my mouth sounded more like a question.
"I believe I've never told you something like that."
"…well, I guessed!" a lie to escape.
"How so?" his eyes narrowed a bit. I felt a sweat roll down my neck.
"…uh…because I know you like bitter illegible things!" another lie.
"Oh, really? How?" his gaze turned to playful, and his mouth turned into a smirk. Damn him.
"..be-because the last time I feed you a sweet cake, you grimaced…?" I flinched back, my eyes closing in reflex.
-Flashback-
"Hey, Giotto, I brought you a cake!" I shouted as I opened his front door. He went back faster than students do, that bastard. He looked around for me before he went back, saying that he's feeling a bit under the weather. I hope it's just nothing.
"Ah, I'm up here." I heard his voice from upstairs.
I took out two small plates and the same amount of forks, and put the cake on both plates. I balanced both of them on my hands, as I started to climb my way up the stairs. I met him shirtless, with a towel on his shoulders and his hair dripping wet. He smirked as I tried to suppress my blush like no tomorrow, and I succeeded to keep my poker face.
"How do I look?" he asked playfully. My eyes twitched. Looks like me worrying about him was useless. "Why'd you ask?" I sighed. "Just wondering." He responded simply. "Get some clothes on; you look like a dog after getting its bath." I snickered as I walked past him, towards his room. I heard his shout before the door closed, "Mind your words, brat!" and I laughed.
Our daily 'dramas' (as I call it) are just jokes; even I know that. It was something I found out after living with him for a few days. At least it made my days lighter. Who would ever thought that the elegant gentleman of a teacher is like this at home?
I heard the door open, and a figure sat down on the opposite side of me. "So, is there something wrong?" I asked, referring to his reason for going back faster. He caught my point, and shrugged. "I was a bit dizzy, and there was definitely something going on with my back." I laughed a little, and leaned into him. "What are you—" I cut his words as I put my palm on his forehead. I put my palm on my forehead in a similar manner to check if he had a cold. He doesn't, and I traced his forehead lightly before going back into my early position.
"Maybe you bumped it to the table too hard?" he raised an eyebrow in confusion. "How'd you know—" "It's simple; there's a little bump on your forehead and your back is aching." I smiled victoriously. "Wow, Mr. Sherlock, that was a good one." He rolled his eyes sarcastically. "So I was right?" I started laughing. He turned his head away, so that means I was right. "I was about to take a fallen document before Reborn suddenly jolted me, and that was how I ended up with these after-effects.
"Anyway, here." I shoved his portion of cake gently, trying not to spill anything. I decided that it's enough teasing for him. "My back aches when I move, so…" he trailed off. I have a bad feeling about what he'll say— "…feed me."
I tried really, really hard to keep my blush in. There's no mirror in this stupid room, so I'd have to bear not checking how red I am.
"S-say a-aahhh…" I stuttered. He obliged, and I gulped. I feed him the cake gently, so I won't choke him. To death, at least.
"How's it?" I asked, and suddenly he grimaced. "It's sweet…" he groaned. I raised an eyebrow in confusion. So he doesn't like sweet things? Poor him, I bet he had to receive all of those sweet chocolates in Valentine's Day.
A vile thought passed through my head, and I smirked in defiance. He looked as if he sensed a warning of danger from me, and I lunged forward, shoving some of the sweet delicacy into his mouth.
He always stays away from me when I have a cake nearby after that.
-Flashback end-
He seemed to be deep in thought for a while, and simply said, "…Hmm. Nice intuition you got there." He smiled, leaning back on his chair.
"Yeah, it's something I inherited from my grandfather." I grinned. He hummed in response as he drank the black liquid. "Well, it's bitter enough."
His taste didn't change for the last 400 years, so it seems.
The bell rang, marking the end of school. I waited patiently for Giotto to pack up, my eyes staring mutely at him, when suddenly a thunder made me realize about the weather. "E-eh?" I turned around to face the window, and I think Luck is somewhat pissed off with me. Don't tell me she adores Giotto, too!
So… yeah. It's a wonder to me; how is it possible that it's raining cats and dogs outside and I did not hear any of it until the moment the thunder jolted the Earth? And the weather lately is pretty bad—I should have thought of it!
I heard a groan from the man beside me. Maybe he brought an umbrella, but if he groans, that means he doesn't. Wait, does he?
"Do you bring any umbrella with you?" both of us asked each other. We chuckled nervously. "Then… I guess we have to wait until the rain stopped." He scratched the back of his head.
"Is there no other choice?" I grimaced, thinking about the things I have to learn and the papers for the Student Committee I accidentally left at home.
"There's another one, actually…" he held up his jacket, covering his face. My eyes widened a bit. "The other choice…is to run back home while covering our head with this jacket."
I swear, if any of Giotto's fangirl sees us now, I'm so dead. I swallowed my saliva through my throat, and tried to calm myself. My heart is beating rapidly, and I have no idea how to get this hard blush off of my face.
Suddenly I felt an extra weight on top of me. "Eh?" I looked up, and an aromatic scent began to fill my lungs—complete with a melancholic feeling.
"Just use it. I won't get sick so easily," a teasing smile on those lips, amusement in his eyes and a mocking tune in his words. I growled, and pulled him down to my eye level.
"Like hell I'd believe you that." I snorted, my hands pulling the jacket up. Then I covered Giotto's head, so it'll cover both of us. Which means 'personal space' is temporarily inexistent. "Let's go!" both of us started to run, water splashing our pants, crystalline wetting a bit of our clothes. During the journey to Giotto's home, we just laughed freely.
Sure, I got wet, and it was really cold. I thought that was obvious. But still… to see Giotto's childish side every single day, I believe that I'm really lucky.
I know that I'll have to keep my feelings inside, and not let my guard loose. But if that means I can stay beside him, I'm okay with that.
As long as he doesn't betray me, that is.
At school… (still the same day)
The infamous Hibari Kyouya was striding down the hallways, patrolling the school when his steps came into a halt nearby the shoe shelves. He heard the mention of "Sawada Tsunayoshi" and decided to hide himself for a while. Even though it's going against his own pride, he put that thought aside for a while.
A group of girls were discussing quite loudly, to the extent of the fact that it's audible enough for Kyouya to hear them quite accurately.
"Wasn't that Sawada-san and Giotto-sama?" one of the girls said. Giotto, the new teacher? Hmm, interesting.
"Yeah! I'm 100% sure!" another girl said. "They look like a couple, don't you think?" The others nod vigorously in agreement. "How dare he stole Giotto from us!" another one snorted, and again, the others nod. Arguments and shouts were heard throughout the group, and then one of them shouted "Silence!" Hibari's attention perked up. He was getting sleepy from all of the girly arguments, but maybe this will be different.
"We have to take our moves slowly," the girl –looks like she's the leader- said with authority. "Report to me any sign of relationship between the two, and keep an eye on them." She crossed her arms. "We shouldn't let anyone near Giotto-sama."
A/N: Sorry for not updating a month TT^TT Please forgive me for any possible mistakes, too, 'cause I don't use English as my first language . hahahahaha
By the way…
For those who are waiting for the next installment of The Proposal: New Life, sorry but you'll have to wait. -.-;; Maybe I'll update in 2 more days—I have no guarantee, though. I'm still trying to make it longer, so please be patient! Thanks. :D