Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: Holding Hands (TsunaKyoko)
Title: Holding Hands
Rating: G
Pairing: TsunaKyoko
Word Count: 271
Disclaimer: This is merely for fun and I make no profit!
Summary: Just a cute TsunaKyoko drabble because I suddenly had an urge to write het XD
Holding Hands
She had taken his hand in hers. Fingers entwined and squeezing tight and seeping warmth and she might as well have been holding his heart and--
Could she hear his stomach flip flopping about? Because he certainly could, even above the incessant pounding in his ears and the traffic that sped by in a colourful array of noise.
“Tsuna-kun,” she started in a shy voice that trembled and he wasn’t sure his knees were going to hold out-- Unless this was a dream, in which case willing his mind with all his might to let him keep standing and not make a fool of himself in front of her might be a good idea.
Flushing a bright, burning red, he stared down at their connected hands - they were really holding hands! -, and wondered if she could feel the sweat gathering between their palms - all of it his. “Hm?” He turned to her, voice cracking and pitching unnaturally high as his gaze finally met hers.
“Thank you for keeping me company.”
A bus pulled close to the curb then slowed to a stop and she came closer to him, rising to her toes. His mouth fell open and he gaped stupidly as warm lips met his burning hot cheek for far too short a moment.
Then she was gone with a timid wave and a blush he didn’t notice and his hand was damp and freezing and his cheek was tingling and--
Collapsing onto the bus stop bench, he buried his face in his palms and let out a tiny squeak.
He didn’t wash his hand for two days.
Posted at tsunafish and hitman_reborn
Rating: G
Pairing: TsunaKyoko
Word Count: 271
Disclaimer: This is merely for fun and I make no profit!
Summary: Just a cute TsunaKyoko drabble because I suddenly had an urge to write het XD
Holding Hands
She had taken his hand in hers. Fingers entwined and squeezing tight and seeping warmth and she might as well have been holding his heart and--
Could she hear his stomach flip flopping about? Because he certainly could, even above the incessant pounding in his ears and the traffic that sped by in a colourful array of noise.
“Tsuna-kun,” she started in a shy voice that trembled and he wasn’t sure his knees were going to hold out-- Unless this was a dream, in which case willing his mind with all his might to let him keep standing and not make a fool of himself in front of her might be a good idea.
Flushing a bright, burning red, he stared down at their connected hands - they were really holding hands! -, and wondered if she could feel the sweat gathering between their palms - all of it his. “Hm?” He turned to her, voice cracking and pitching unnaturally high as his gaze finally met hers.
“Thank you for keeping me company.”
A bus pulled close to the curb then slowed to a stop and she came closer to him, rising to her toes. His mouth fell open and he gaped stupidly as warm lips met his burning hot cheek for far too short a moment.
Then she was gone with a timid wave and a blush he didn’t notice and his hand was damp and freezing and his cheek was tingling and--
Collapsing onto the bus stop bench, he buried his face in his palms and let out a tiny squeak.
He didn’t wash his hand for two days.
Posted at tsunafish and hitman_reborn