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Salt on Your Eggs, Salt of My Life- KHR fanfiction
So I know that this is a site for otome game stuff, but... I happen to be very proud of this one. It's a Katekyo Hitman Reborn oneshot, pairing Tsuna/Reader (OC if you want to think of it that way).
Category: Fluff, friendship, romance, AU
Rating: 13+
Length: 10,500 words (yes, it's a oneshot)
Category: Fluff, friendship, romance, AU
Rating: 13+
Length: 10,500 words (yes, it's a oneshot)
- Spoiler:
- “Argh! I’m never going to find a good job at this rate!!”
The shout echoed through the sparse kitchen, bouncing off white, bare
walls. You slapped the newspaper back on the table, glaring at the
periodical as if it were the source of all your troubles. If you could
light it on fire with just your eyes, it would be nothing more than
cinders.
A sigh escaped you as you flopped onto one of the chairs around your
table. Moodily pursing your lips, you ran your fingers through your hair , bemoaning your misfortune.
“Water, electricity, and heating bills are all due next week,” you
groaned, “And rent is the following Sunday. How can I afford to pay them
when I don’t even have enough to adequately feed myself?”
This is why being a recent college grad without a job sucked.
Every job opening that you found had some sort of requirement that you
couldn’t fulfill, like the hours you’d work or the experience needed, or
it just didn’t pay enough to cover half your bills. Even when you found
something that would work, every time you called to ask about
applications or interviews, someone had already beaten you to the punch.
‘I suppose that this is what I get for telling my parents that I could get by without their help,’ you inwardly mourned, letting your head fall onto the tabletop. ‘I
can’t be a burden to them forever… but it’s times like this that I wish
I could be at home with them instead of halfway across a country trying
to get a steady job. It doesn’t even have to have anything to do with
my degree- I just need a job to pay the bills!’
Which reminded you- you needed to buy groceries; your shelves were
almost empty. Considering you had practically nothing to buy those
groceries with, you had yet another problem on your hand.
You heaved another sigh and stood up, picking up the newspaper to head
to the recycling bin. As you did, a small card slipped out from between
the pages, fluttering to the floor.
With a curious frown, you bent over to pick up the dropped paper. “How’d
I miss this?” you wondered, flipping it over to read the text.
It was addressed specifically to you, so you figured that it must have
been with the newspaper earlier and that you’d picked it up with the
paper. A smile quirked your lips up as you recognized the handwriting as
that of your favorite paper delivery boy.
“[Name]-san,” it read, “I know you’ve been struggling to find a
good job for a while, so I thought you wouldn’t mind my help. My
school’s principal is looking for a good secretary, and since you’ve
graduated with a degree in library sciences, you could do that, right? I
mentioned you to my principal and he seemed interested in what you
could do, so just call this number here to set up an interview!”
… You could have kissed the boy. Lambo was getting a huge thank
you from you ASAP, whether you got the job or not. Then it occurred to
you that he’d written about an interview rather than an application,
which was curious.
“Still, couldn’t hurt to call,” you decided. “I can ask about the application and where I can pick one up.”
Lambo had also included the name of the school, his principal, and the
school’s address. The ZIP code was for the next town over, Namimori, so
you’d have at least a thirty-minute bus ride every day if you got the
job. It could have been a lot worse, of course, you thought, picking up
the phone to dial the number you’d been provided.
Unconsciously, you held your breath as the dial tone sounded. After three rings, someone picked up.
“Hello, Namimori High School! This is Miura Haru speaking, may I ask who’s calling?”
For a moment, your heart sank at the bright young female voice; had the
job of secretary already been claimed? Then you set your shoulders and
began, “This is [Full Name]; I’m calling about secretary post that I
heard is open-?”
Before you could even finish, Haru gave a happy cry. “Hahi! We’ve been waiting for your call! Just a moment!” And before you could say anything more, she was shouting something over her shoulder that sounded like “Tsuna-san!”
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes; such an action was
unprofessional for anyone who dealt with people. If she was a secretary,
you’d eat your socks.
The next moment, the phone had been given to someone else. “[Full Name]-san, is it? Thank you for contacting us.”
You could have sworn that your heart stopped for a moment. The speaker
was clearly a young male, yet there was so much more to his voice than
that. His voice was smooth and warm, friendly and honest, and he spoke
with a quiet certainty that had you immediately hooked.
Heck, you’d enjoy getting this job just to be able to hear a voice like that every day.
Realizing that you were keeping him waiting, you hastily cleared your
throat and, trying to keep from stuttering, replied, “Yes, this is [Last
Name]. Um, I’m calling to speak with one Sawada Tsunayoshi-san…?”
That chuckle had you swallowing hard. “That would be me. I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.”
… The principal of the school was this man? He sounded so young!
Fortune was smiling on you for once. Thanking all your lucky stars for
this opportunity, you made a mental note to treat Lambo to dinner with
your first paycheck.
If you got the job. You had to keep reminding yourself that.
“- Oh! Pleased to make your acquaintance too! I was wondering how I could pick up an application for the job of secretary-”
“You can do that shortly. I have a particular way of giving
interviews: I treat anyone applying for a position at this school to
breakfast and give them an application after the interview. Are you free
tomorrow morning at seven-thirty?”
Not only were you getting an interview this soon with a man whose voice
had you half swooning, you were getting a free meal with it? It was
almost too good to be true.
“Yes, I’m free!” you replied, trying to keep the excitement in your
voice to a minimum. “I can be there- er, wherever ‘there’ is, of
course.”
Again, Sawada chuckled. “It’s a small café a few blocks from this school.” He gave you the name and address, requested that you wear a light blue top so as to be easier to spot, and finished by saying, “I’ll be wearing a light tan suit with an orange tie. You won’t have any trouble finding me.”
“O- okay,” you replied, repeating his farewell with only a half a mind
on your words. Tomorrow, seven-thirty am… your life could become either
absolutely wonderful or an absolute hell of regret. There was no way you
were going to fail this.
“My life is getting better from here on out!” you proclaimed to the
newspaper that you’d been trying to set aflame with your eyes not a half
hour earlier.
And then, as if to mock you, your stomach growled, reminding you that
you had to worry about dinner tonight before breakfast tomorrow morning.
-()- -()-
Tsuna set down the telephone receiver and leaned back in his swivel
chair, lacing his fingers behind his head. A small smile of content and
expectation twitched at his lips as his warm brown eyes closed.
“So you’re going with the usual method?” questioned Gokudera from over
by the window. The smoke from the silver-haired man’s cigarette drifted
lazily out the open window as he spoke.
His confirmation was an amused hum, to which Gokudera smirked. “Think
she’s going to pass? If she does, she’ll be the first since you hired
Turf-Head last year, and the first ever that you've hired for the position of secretary since you became principal [1].”
“I’m quite certain that [Last Name]-san will have what it takes to
‘pass’ the interview, as you so put it,” replied Tsuna calmly, taking a
sip from his coffee mug.
“That’s not an interview, it’s a freaking test,” snorted Gokudera, smirk widening. “Have I told you how genius it is, by the way?”
“Several times. Again, thank you; I do have to agree that it was a
stroke of brilliance on my part to think of something like this.”
There was silence between the two old friends for several moments; then a snicker escaped Gokudera.
Tsuna glanced at the other man, eyebrow raised in an unspoken question.
“I was just remembering how Turf-Head actually got the job,” Hayato
explained.
“Ah, yes.” A chuckle escaped Tsuna at the memory. “It was especially
amusing how he devoured his entire meal in moments with hardly a breath
in between. Didn’t even consider seasoning his omelet.”
Gokudera rolled his eyes. “Sometimes I wonder why you hired him.”
“Well, he ‘passed the test,’ as you would put it,” replied Tsuna dryly.
“Now please, I’ve reminded you a dozen times to not prop your foot up on
the wall like that, Gokudera-kun.”
“Whoops, sorry ‘bout that.”
(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)
There it was: the café you’d agreed to meet him at. Thanks to your nervousness at meeting the manwith the sexy voice
who would decide if you had a job or not, you’d not slept all that well
and had woken up at five, plenty early. As such, you knew you’d need
plenty of caffeine in order to get through the day… then again, you
might have to get used to it.
Currently, you stood across the street from the café where your
interview would be. Early in the school year though it was, it was
plenty light out for you to see across the street and into the café. It
didn’t look as though there was anyone inside with an appearance to
match the description you had of yourpossiblefuture boss.
Think positive, [Name]. Need to act as though you already had the job.
A shiver ran the length of your spine as an early April wind swept past
you, tugging at your mid-calf length skirt and threatening to pull out
your simple hairdo; you’d given up trying to put your (h/c) hair into
anything fancy and had instead just gone with pulling it up into a small
bun with the ends loose.
Inwardly cursing your choice of wardrobe, you decided, ‘This is the last time that I wear clothes this light on such a chill day! April is supposed to be warmer, but-’
“You know,” a semi-familiar voice interrupted your thoughts, tones of amusement lacing the words, “You’d be more comfortable inside the café than outside and across the street.”
You stifled a gasp and forced yourself to turn around without haste. As
soon as you saw the owner of the voice that had haunted your mind for
the past eighteen hours, you had to wonder what you’d gotten yourself
into, because it was going to be difficult to focus even on the
interview.
Oh god, he was beautiful. Was it even rational to call a man that? It
wasn’t just his handsome features- and he certainly had more than his
fair share of those- but the very presence of the man named Sawada
Tsunayoshi was enough to make your heart stutter to a halt, and then
start up again at a very rapid rate.
“You were early by eight minutes,” observed Sawada. “Yet rather than
going inside, you chose to wait outside and over here. Interesting
idea…”
Color crept up your cheeks; what if he thought that it was weird of you
or something? Wait, how’d he know all that in the first place?! “Sa-
Sawada-san, have you been watching me?” you blurted out before thinking.
His rich, friendly laugh seemed to warm you from the inside out. “I’m
sorry, I probably shouldn’t have been,” chuckled the man after only a
moment, his smile taking on an apologetic light. “I was merely curious…”
“Is- is this part of the interview, then?” you wanted to know.
“Our conversation right now? No, not really. As for me watching you from
the store behind you- call it personal curiosity.” Sawada’s slightly
lopsided smile was a touch wry. “I generally come a few minutes early to
these interviews, although it was purely by chance that I got here
before you, what with my ride running a little early.”
Briefly, you wondered what this man’s ride was. Bus, train, station
wagon? The third made you want to giggle at the image that ran through
your head. And then you caught the implication that he’d had many
interviews like this; how many people had applied for- and apparentlyhad failedhad not met the requirements of- the application process?
With a polite wave of his hand, Tsunayoshi indicated that you head
across the street and to the café. It was clearly popular, being mostly
full even at seven-twenty-nine in the morning, although your potential
employer had no trouble locating a table for two in the far corner of
the café.
“I should let you know that the one condition that I have for buying
your meal is that I get to choose the order, although you can pick
whatever you want to drink,” Tsunayoshi said pleasantly. “I hope you
don’t mind.”
“Oh, no, since you’ve obviously been here before, you can go ahead and
order whatever you like!” you replied, waving your hands in front of
you. His smile had to have been a good thing.
A very lovely woman with medium purple-pink hair approached your table,
glasses of water on the tray. “I hope you’re here for a normal reason
for once, Tsuna,” she said; obviously they knew one another fairly well
but weren’t in a relationship. “Although since you have a woman with
you, that’s probably not it.”
“Sorry, not this time, Bianchi,” Tsuna replied pleasantly. “Maybe next time.”
“At least I don’t have to wait for your meal order. What would you like to drink?” Bianchi was addressing you.
“I’ll just have water for now,” you told her. Bianchi nodded and swept away to the kitchen.
As soon as she was out of sight, Sawada leaned across the table somewhat and whispered, “If the food she serves looks at all unnatural, like is purple or black or glowing, don’t touch it.”
Trying to ignore the blush that crept up your neck and suffused your
face at the close presence of such a man as him, you nodded in
agreement, albeit a confused concord. “Why’s that?” you wanted to know.
Tsunayoshi winced just a little. “Because the reason that Bianchi’s a
waitress here and not one of the chefs is her ability to turn even the
simplest dish into something… completely inedible.”
“Nice to know,” you replied dryly. Sawada chuckled, sitting back in his chair.
A little of the anxiety that had been eating away at your stomach
disappeared. It was just easy to relax around Sawada, just like it was
simple to feel comfortable in an atmosphere such as that of this café.
The way he’d confided about Bianchi’s apparent lack of cooking skills
[2], as if you were a good friend instead of an acquaintance that he’d
only just met, set your fluttering heart at ease.
Well, it would have, if your heart hadn’t been beating rather fiercely for a reason unrelated to your interview.
For the next ten or so minutes, while you waited for your food to
arrive, Tsunayoshi kept you busy answering questions, chatting about
current events, and generally talking about a variety of topics- none of
which seemed to relate in any way to an interview.
‘Is Sawada-san hoping to get a better understanding of my personality
before asking anything about my work history or my college degree?’
you wondered. Any other time, you’d be feeling increasingly tense, yet
today you were enjoying yourself far too much to be worried. It was just
so easy to talk with this man, or at least it was when you weren’t
distracted by smile or his warm voice.
Almost before you knew it, Bianchi had returned with a platter of food
that she set in front of you. You caught of flash of relief on
Tsunayoshi’s face before you realized that he hadn’t gotten anything.
“Are you going to eat or not?” you questioned, curious.
“I don’t eat much before work,” the brunet replied serenely. He leaned
his chin on his fist, elbow supported by the table, his eyes not leaving
you.
‘That’s right, it’s a Tuesday… he has work in an hour or so, doesn’t he?’
Wouldn’t it have been better to hold an interview like this on a
weekend? That way neither Sawada nor the person he was interviewing
would have to wake up so early.
He was speaking again. “I hope you don’t mind omelets.”
You shook your head, trying out a reassuring smile. “No, not at all.”
Just before leaving, Bianchi very deliberately set down a shaker each of
salt and pepper opposite your plate; you gave her a funny look as she
turned and walked off.
“Go ahead and eat,” invited your companion. You nodded once, breaking
apart your chopsticks and tasting your omelet. A smile grew on your face
as you decided that it was just perfectly seasoned, meaning you didn’t
need the salt or pepper, and promptly continued to consume the simple
yet tasty meal.
You could feel Tsuna’s coffee eyes on you as you ate in silence, but he
didn’t say anything, nor did he seem to be doing anything other than
observing your reaction. Flashing a quick smile at the male, you
declared the food to be delicious.
Sawada seemed unreasonably pleased, despite that it hadn’t been him who’d made the food.
It didn’t take long before you finished. As soon as you set down your
chopsticks, Sawada passed a piece of paper across the table to you,
along with a pen.
Expecting it to be the application that he’d mentioned the other day, it
took you several moments to recognize what you were seeing instead. “…
Um, I think you may have given me the wrong paper,” you said blankly.
Sawada’s smile was bright, showing his white teeth, while his eyes were
closed. His head tilted so that it was now his cheek that rested on his
fist as he said, “Nope, that’s definitely the right one. I did check, of
course.”
A flush crept up your cheeks and you fervently hoped he wasn’t insulted
by the implication that he’d messed up; from the looks of that smile,
though, that didn’t seem to be the case. Still, you had to voice it.
“But, Sawada-san… this is a work contract.”
“Exactly!”
“Are you letting me read it to see what the job will entail?” you hazarded.
His heart stopping smile didn’t falter in the slightest. “And sign, if you want.”
You were certain that your mouth hit the table, while your eyes widened to the size of saucers. “S- sign?!”
“That’s what I said, yes.”
“A-a-as in, I’ve got the job?!”
“Mm-hmm.”
You pinched yourself; nope, it hurt, you were definitely awake.
“You’ve not even seen my credentials, Sawada-san!”
“Well, actually I have.” He actually looked rather sheepish as he
explained, “I got a copy of the résumé you made shortly before
graduating college. The information that it didn’t contain I got from
Lambo… I hope you’re not mad at my impropriety.”
The man took you to breakfast, treated you better than any man ever had,
offered you a job this good, and yet he was worried that he’d offended
you by making your life (not his) easier? … He really was something
else. And oh yes, Lambo was definitely getting a thank you now.
“What’s so funny?” Tsunayoshi exclaimed when you burst into laughter seemingly out of nowhere. “Was it something I said?”
“Yes and no,” you got out between giggles. “I’m very sorry, Sawada-san!
It’s just- I’m not mad at all! I’m actually really pleased that you’ve
done all this!” ‘As well as rather flattered…’ That last part you didn’t say aloud, though.
You sobered, although a smile kept threatening to steal your mouth once
more. Lips still twitching, you said, “I think I’m mostly in shock that
you’ve been so very generous, Sawada-san, shocked and thrilled. Thank
you so very much!”
Looking vaguely relieved, Tsuna waved your persistent thanks aside, his
smile never faltering; in fact, it seemed to grow all the more, possibly
containing even a hint of embarrassment. “Don’t thank me until you can
prove you can keep this job,” he chuckled, warm coffee eyes proving that he wasn’t faking.
“I definitely will,” you vowed, saluting and earning yet another laugh
from the man. “I can’t afford to lose this job- literally!”
Sawada looked rather surprised. “What do you mean?” He hadn’t asked
about your financial status and you hadn’t told him, worried that it
would make it seem like you were just trying to give reasons why you
deserved the job.
“Eh… if I can’t make the next apartment rent deadline, I’m going to be
evicted,” you replied with a weak chuckle, rubbing the back of your
head.
Now his eyes widened. “But don’t worry, I can always move in with my
parents if that were to happen!” you added hastily in assurance. The
idea of causing anxiety for Sawada Tsunayoshi seemed repugnant to you.
“And where do your parents live?”
“… Aomori…”
“That far?” You nodded. “Well then, I’m going have to make sure you
don’t lose your home, because then I would lose my newest employee!”
You could really fall for this man… screw that, you already were.
“Any final questions?” Sawada was saying.
“Umm… when do I start?”
There was that award-winning smile again. “Today, if you’re not busy.”
“… Eh?”
At least now you knew why he’d wanted to have this interview so early in the morning on a school day…
-()- -()-
Apparently, your “final question” turned into “a lot more,” because the whole walk to the school, you were asking questions.
“Do you usually just have an employee start as soon as they’re hired?”
“Not usually, but we’re making an exception this time.”
“So you’re not the only one who decided to hire me?”
“It was mostly my decision, because even though it’s technically the
superintendent’s job to hire people, he hates this kind of interview… so
it falls to me or the vice principal [3].”
“Who’s the superintendent?” Any other time, it would have been rather
worrying that you’d been hired before you knew much of anything about
this school, its staff and teachers, and its teaching policies. They
must really have been desperate for a secretary…
Sawada hesitated fractionally before answering. “His name is Hibari
Kyouya. He’s not around all that much, although his work always gets
taken care of.” Unexpectedly, he stopped walking, facing you with a very
serious expression on hissweetbeautiful
features. “Hibari-san is a very touchy man with a lot of power at his
disposal. Don’t get on his nerves, don’t crowd around him, and above
all, don’t ever say anything demeaning about the school. You will not be fired, you will be bitten to death.”
“… Bitten?”
“I know you want to laugh but please, just trust me on this.”
“All right… what about the rest of the staff and faculty, then? Your colleagues?”
“Yours too, now. I suppose I should start with the vice principal and
technical advisor, since you’ll be working in the same general area as
them. Gokudera Hayato is my vice principal, so he’s the one to deal with
all the students who get pink slipped and that sort of thing…”
It was clear that Sawada wasn’t merely a principal who watched the
goings-on from an aloof spot, because he knew each and every member of
the faculty and staff on a personal level. From him you learned that the
woman who’d answered the phone the day before, Miura Haru, was one of
the English teachers; when she wasn’t teaching, she had been trying to
take care of some of the secretary duties you’d be performing. The P.E.
teacher was a hot-blooded man by the name of Sasagawa Ryohei; Home Ec.
was handled by a very feminine man named Lussuria… Sawada even talked
about the janitors, telling you their personalities and some of the
things they liked, such as lollipops in one case…
And you got to work directly for a man who knew all the people under him
so well. Your fortune had definitely taken a turn for the better.
Then you saw the reason Sawada had been so eager to get a secretary, and you wondered if you weren’t unlucky after all.
You took several moments to gape at the mess that covered the desk before you- your
desk; then you recovered and, quirking an eyebrow, turned around to the
man behind you, who was laughing sheepishly and rubbing the back of his
head.
“How on earth did this happen?”
“No one’s been in here for a while, since Haru takes care of things from
her own desk, none of the faculty or staff has any real reason to be
here, and Hibari-san just doesn’t care…”
“… Sawada-san, there’s like an inch of dust in here. Shouldn’t the janitors at least clean in here sometimes?”
“Probably… But oh, one more thing.” You had the distinct impression that
he was avoiding the question; still, you paid attention to your new
employer’s next words. “Don’t be so formal.”
Your eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
“Just what it sounds like,” Sawada said patiently. “Just call me Tsuna-
everyone does. Well, MOST everyone,” he amended, “Although it’s mostly
just for personal reasons. Besides, it makes me feel old when someone
not four years my junior calls me ‘Sawada-san.’”
He was that young?! You’d recently graduated college at age twenty-one, and he wasn’t four years older than you?
And then it struck you that he wanted you to call him ‘Tsuna.’ “I- I can’t do that!” you protested.
“Why not?” For a moment, he looked like a hurt puppy, just the briefest of moments.
“B-because I just met you, and anyone you’re my superior!”
“I’m everyone’s superior but Hibari-san’s and yet even the janitors call me Tsuna.”
“… Tsunayoshi-san?”
“[Last Name]-san…” He looked more amused than anything.
You bit your lip, then tried, “Tsuna… san?”
Tsuna sighed. “I suppose that will have to do for now,” he allowed.
On a spontaneous whim, you blurted, “Then you have to call me by my name!”
“Call you… [Name]-chan, you mean?” Tsuna’s expression of surprise was
extremely cute, you noted with an inner blush (or at least you hoped it
wasn’t visible).
“That’s more like it.”
“I can do that. [Name]-chan.” He smiled and nodded once, as if in some
sort of mental confirmation, before going on, “Well then, you’ll get to
know the staff and faculty soon enough!”
“How’s that?” you wanted to know, curious.
“Because I’m taking you to meet them right now. You can clean up that
desk in a little while, because I won’t be making you do too much right
away- easing you into the job, you see.”
You were certain your head was spinning around on your neck. What had you gotten yourself into?
-()- -()-
“I’m guessing that she passed, since she’s here.”
“With flying colors.”
“Heh, you made a good choice too. Looks like your new secretary’s going to be pretty helpful after all…”
Glancing at his friend, Tsuna raised an eyebrow. “Why do you say that?”
Gokudera propped his feet up his desk (at least he avoided the paperwork
there this time, Tsuna noted with some relief) as he replied, “Because
she remembered almost everyone’s name and face after you introduced them
just once, she cleaned up that office in record time and got it sorted
so that it looks better than before the last secretary quit, and she
correctly assumed that I wanted my coffee black.”
“So that makes her all right in your book?” Tsuna commented dryly. ‘Besides, most people would serve coffee black anyway… And since when was serving you your coffee [Name]’s job, in any case?’
“What’s wrong with that? The girl’s efficient, if nothing else.”
“I’ll agree to that. Even Bianchi approves of her.”
At that, Hayato sat up in his chair and looked at Tsuna in surprise and suspicion. “What makes you say that?”
“She didn’t even try to sneak [Name]-chan something inedible,” explained
Tsuna. “[Name]-chan didn’t suffer the slightest ill effects from that
omelet, unlike most of the others. Either that or she put the unhealthy
substance in the salt or pepper this time.”
“It’s happened before,” Gokudera muttered, shuddering.
Tsuna chuckled. “I’m more inclined to believe that Bianchi just didn’t try anything.”
“Yo, Tsuna, Gokudera!”
Both men nodded in acknowledgement when Yamamoto walked in to clock out.
“So your test was a success this time, huh?” continued Yamamoto, this
question aimed at Tsuna.
“It’s not a ‘test,’ Yamamoto, it’s just a way of evaluating,” Tsuna chided, perhaps a touch huffily. Gokudera snickered.
“You don’t even consider the applicant if they don’t pass,” he countered
lazily. “If that’s not a test I don’t know what is, simple though it
may be.”
“So? How well did [Last Name] do?” Yamamoto asked expectantly.
“She didn’t so much as glance at the salt shaker after Bianchi set it
down; she had no intention of using it once she tried the omelet.”
That got a grin out of Yamamoto. “Great!”
“By the way,” cut in Gokudera, “You’ve been referring to her by her given name just since this morning. When did that happen?”
A faint but unmistakable blush touched Tsuna’s cheekbones; he attempted
to hide it by ducking his head to continue with the paperwork before
him. “I made a deal with [Name]-chan to get her to stop being so
formal.”
“You’d call her by her first name if she called you by yours?” guessed
Gokudera. “That had to be [Last Name]’s doing, because it doesn’t sound
like something you’d do.”
“Exactly.”
“… Dang, you’re going soft.”
“Softer than he is already?”
“Leave me alone,” grumbled Tsuna good-naturedly, mock glaring at his
friends in turn. They just laughed, Tsuna joining after just a few
seconds.
(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)
It was amazing how quickly things fell into a routine. One day you were
jobless; the next, or so it seemed, you had been working at this school
for two weeks.
The first few days, Tsuna had kept the workload light, giving you plenty
of time to adjust to the abrupt change and to get used to where
everything was and how it was run. He helped out as much as his schedule
allowed, which was more than enough for you.
Every member of the faculty was unique, every staff member had a vastly
different personality- on thinking about this, you knew that you’d
expected all the people to be individuals, but not to this extent.
Although when you considered what the superintendent, principal, and
vice principal were like, maybe this wasn’t such a surprise.
It was easy to settle into a comfortable routine, especially when
everyone was so willing to help, each in their own particular way. In
particular, Gokudera Hayato, although the most laid-back vice principal
you’d ever seen, would help you sort and staple stuff if he wasn’t busy,
or at least would on occasion, and Yamamoto Takeshi made it a point to
stop for a quick chat whenever he was passing through the office. It
wasn’t hard to see why he was by far the most popular of the history
teachers; you were sure that he could make even the boring aspects of
history entertaining.
(Coaching a national-level baseball team probably also boosted his popularity, you suspected.)
Of course there were problems, because no job was perfect. The school
doctor was a pervert who left all the guys who came to him to fend for
themselves but would flirt with all the girls, teachers and staff
included. Until you got your second paycheck- the entirety of the first
going towards paying your rent, gas, electricity, water, and other such
bills- you were forced to eat breakfast and lunch at school for free,
where the food was… edible. We’ll leave it at that.
Your office wasn’t in the best of shape either, to be honest. Because no
one had used your small office in a while, since before Tsuna had
become principal to be exact, the heater that had never been turned on
anyway was in bad shape and would need a complete repair. The windows
were loose and rattled in the slightest breeze, the ventilation system
made your office smell moldy- in short, the place was and would be a
wreck until one of the janitors, probably Spanner, could get in during
the weekend to fix it up big time. Until then, you had to do most of
your work in the main meeting room.
However, probably the most annoying issue was that your computer was a
clunky contraption from what had to be the late 1980s, the reason being
that previous secretary had preferred its simplicity to the efficiency
and complexity of today’s computers. Apparently it would take more than
just the three signatures of you, Tsuna, and the school’s tech advisor
to get a certain carnivorous superintendent to allow for the purchase of
new computers, though.
You were quite convinced that if he had had the time, Irie Shouichi,
said tech advisor, would have completely remade the computer on his own.
So, for the moment, no computer for you, even if you could have moved it
out of your office. That didn’t bother you unduly, because even in this
age of computers, you had a lot of work that didn’t involve sitting in
front of a computer screen. Or maybe someone was just thinking up
inventive ways for you to get your work done.
It didn’t occur to you until much later that an older, more experienced
secretary wouldn’t have put up with this and would have just quit. Then
again, a more experienced secretary wouldn’t have accepted the job
without knowing the lay of the land, so to say.
It was Monday, the start of your third week at work, that the Chemistry
teacher decided to pay you a visit. You’d never spoken with the man, as
he was usually off doing his own thing (which for some reason always
seemed to be the exact opposite of what the superintendent would approve
of), so it was rather surprising when he popped up unexpectedly.
“[Name]-chan, I hear you’ve been doing an excellent job with what you’ve
been provided,” he commented, smiling down at you. You were seated at
your own desk for the first time, computer off and window finally
repaired, an air freshener going a long way to getting rid of the moldy
scent; you hardly glanced up at the man greeting you.
“I’ve been doing the best I can, at least. It’s enough for everyone else, at least,” you replied absently.
That earned a peculiar chuckle. “My, my, you need to have more faith in
yourself, [Name]-chan. You’re doing a remarkable job indeed.”
“Thank you for the praise, but I do hope you’re not trying to flatter me, Rokudo-sensei.”
“Oh no, not at all.” Rokudo Mukuro’s smile was too real to be honest as he set a fruit basket on your desk.
Now he had your attention. You arched an eyebrow, (e/c) eyes going from the fruit to him. Mukuro’s smile only widened.
“If these are from you,” you began, but he was already shaking his head.
“Not at all,” the purple-haired man repeated, chuckling once more. “Kufufu, were you hoping as much?”
“Absolutely not,” you deadpanned, earning yet another chuckle. Haru was right, he was insufferable…
Mukuro bowed. “Please accept this as a ‘job well done’ gift from Sawada
Tsunayoshi,” he said. “I might add that this is sort of a tradition of
his and that you’re not receiving any special present.”
Not like it mattered, although you did feel slightly disappointed as you
peered into the basket. “Thank you for delivering this.” You paused.
“Is there some reason that Tsuna-san couldn’t bring these himself?”
“Kufufu, do you want to see your boss?”
“I’m curious, is all.”
“Don’t act spoiled, dear [Name]-chan. Sawada is busy right now. Be glad that I brought this for you.”
Your eye twitched in annoyance but you let it go. “All right. Thank you, Rokudo-sensei.”
“Only this once.” [4]
At least the rest of the faculty and staff were less frustrating… Well,
mostly. They all had their ups and certainly their downs, like how
Squalo the economics and ancient history teacher didn’t know how to
lower his voice; how Lussuria always had to make some comment on your
choice of dress (never insulting, fortunately); how Gokudera often got
lazy with his papers so that, although they were grammatically correct
with perfect spelling, they were almost completely illegible; how Chrome
always offered a shy smile whenever you delivered something to her
classroom…
Best of all, you got to see Tsuna every day. Even if it was just for a
few seconds, he made sure to check up on you to see how you were, to ask
how you were doing, to chat if he had the time, to encourage you no
matter what…
After all he’d done and continued to do for you, there was no way you couldn’t care so much about him.
There was no way you couldn’t fall for him. The man hadn’t just given
you a job that you loved; he’d given you a new start at life.
(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)
The start of a new school year. You inhaled a long breath, eyes closing
and a smile appearing on your lips as you leaned back in your swivel
chair, relieved that the first day was over at last.
(E/c) eyes opened again lazily as you surveyed your workspace. There had
been so major renovations over the summer last year, apparently on
Tsuna’s request. The windows had been fixed, your desk, chair, and
cabinets had all been replaced, the heating and ventilation systems had
been updated, carpeting had been added, the walls had been repainted,
you had a new computer…
Small wonder Yamamoto had teased Tsuna that the brunet spoiled his secretary. Tsuna was unfazed.
“Haru was right, just before and just after a new school year starts,
the secretary has way more more work than normal,” you murmured, running
a hand through your loose hair.
Your smile widened when your gaze came to rest on a calendar that hung
on the wall opposite your desk. Wednesday was an important date, one you
couldn't forget if you tried. For more reasons than one, including that
you’d have been working here a year. Already? It was almost
unbelievable.
A knock at your door earned your attention. “Come in,” you said
absently, not bothering to raise your voice as you tapped a random key
on your keyboard to “wake” your computer from standby mode. Students
generally didn’t come in this late in the day, but you wanted to be
ready in case it was someone with a request.
Surprisingly, it was your immediate superior. “I hope I’m not interrupting you,” Tsuna said, smiling in greeting.
“No, not at all,” you replied with a shake of your head. “Even if I
were, it’s in my job description to drop anything I’m doing to listen to
a request from the principal.”
“Since when has that been under the dictionary description of a
secretary?” he joked with a chuckle. You shook your head but laughed as
well, softly.
“Is there something you need, Tsuna-san?” you asked politely.
“Indeed. You’ve done an excellent job this past year, better by far than
my previous secretaries, before they quit at least.” Tsuna’s smile was
wry for a moment, before the expression widened. “Anyhow, it’s a habit
of sorts of mine to take my co-workers out to dinner on the anniversary
of their first year working here, as well as their fifth, tenth, et
cetera. If you’re free Wednesday evening, I would be very pleased if you
would join me for dinner.”
Your eyes widened a fraction, blinking twice. He kept track of everyone’s time spent at this school? What couldn’t he do?
… Aside from taking care of the paperwork that you handled for him. A rather interesting ability to be lacking, for a principal…
“[Name]-chan?”
You blinked once more, pulled from your musings. “Oh, I’m sorry. Yes,
thank you for the invitation. I’m not busy tonight; I can accept.”
“Always so formal and polite,” Tsuna chuckled, looking almost
unreasonably pleased at your ready acceptance. “No one else gives me
this sort of respect- you needn’t either, you know.”
“You’re my boss; shouldn’t I treat you with respect?”
“Mukuro never does.”
“He doesn’t respect anyone, and certainly not Hibari-san.” You were
convinced that the man had the order of which respect was deserved
reversed.
“Good point. Anyhow, I’ll pick you up at seven Wednesday evening. We’ll
be going to a rather nice restaurant, so please dress accordingly.”
You nodded. “All right, thank you.”
“I will see you later. Good day, [Name]-chan.” And he left.
You felt a smile tugging at your lips, shaking your head and looking
down at the keyboard before you as the principal’s footsteps down the
hall faded. “That man is something else,” you murmured to yourself.
-()- -()-
That day and the next couldn’t end fast enough. You hadn’t had a proper
conversation with Tsuna since the faculty Christmas/New Year’s party at
last December. As speaking with him was an essential part of your day,
that was far too long ago.
Wednesday, you arrived to your apartment- one that was far more
comfortable and closer to school than your old one, as well as one that
Tsuna had helped you find- to find that there was a medium-sized package
on your doorstep. Although at first you assumed it was from your family
or from a friend, on checking for the sender you found that there was
no return address.
With a dismissive tilt of your chin, you unlocked your front door before
lifting the moderately heavy box and taking it inside with your bag of
papers. Despite being neither teacher nor student, you had your own kind
of homework every night.
Once the package was on your dining room table, you set to opening it,
your school bag forgotten on your living room couch in your curiosity.
“Where are those scissors…?”
You almost cut your finger in your haste to discover the contents of the
package. As soon as the top was open, you pulled aside the white tissue
to discover a lovely dress in your favorite color, not too fancy yet
nice enough to wear to any special occasion.
“Who on earth…?” you murmured, eyes wide as you withdrew the dress from
the box, finding it long enough to reach just past your knees. Even more
surprising than that it was your favorite color was that it was just
the right size.
As you held up the dress to better admire it, a card fluttered from the
floor. For a moment you stared at the white paper, recalling how it was
that you’d first received your job; then reality took hold again and you
bent down to pick up the card.
Inside, there was a note written in a handwriting that was, after so much time reading work written in that hand, very familiar.
“I’m sure you have something appropriate for this evening, but I’m
giving you this dress anyhow, my dear. Please wear this tonight to
dinner.
Very sincerely, Sawada Tsunayoshi”
The short note was finished by an even shorter post script, earning a
smile from you. How he knew your dress size was less confusing than how
he knew that, as Tsuna had doubtless asked Haru or Chrome for help with the former.
Also confusing was why he’d used “my dear.” Tsuna was always comfortably familiar with you, but not that familiar.
You shook your head in wonder. That boss of yours certainly knew how to
spoil you. All right, you’d wear the dress, provided it actually did
fit.
Of course it did, you discovered with some amusement, and so, at five to
seven, you were waiting at your front door, peeking through the
peephole every few seconds. At two to seven, your ride arrived.
Slipping out the door, you waved to Tsuna to let him know you’d be there
in a moment, locking your front door quickly and hurrying to meet him.
Bowing a greeting, he opened the passenger door for you, earning a
bright, albeit marginally bashful smile.
“I’m very glad to see that you wore the dress after all,” Tsuna remarked
as you buckled up. “I was anxious to see if the color would look good
on you; it’s good to know that you flatter that particular shade.”
“Haven’t you gotten it mixed around?” you questioned. “Shouldn’t it be that the color flatters me?”
His answer was accompanied by a brilliant smile. “My dear, you make that
lovely shade look all the more striking. You have the kind of beauty
that, rather than making everything around dull by comparison, brightens
everything.”
Now you blushed, both flattered and embarrassed. “Tsuna-san, you sound like you’re taking me out on a date!”
“It is a dinner date, after all.”
“Of sorts.”
“True.” There was something mischievous, almost playful about that grin. “Tonight will be a night you remember, I promise.”
‘What does Tsuna-san mean by that?’ you could only wonder.
Conversation flowed as easily as it always did with Tsuna; the entirety
of the twenty minute trip to the restaurant was filled with talk. Every
moment was precious to you and you were thrilled that not a second was
wasted.
It wasn’t until you were almost at your destination (not that you knew
it) that you thought to ask where exactly you were going. Tsuna merely
chuckled and replied, “You’ll see in a moment, [Name]-chan.”
You nodded reluctantly and turned your focus out the window. Thirty seconds later, you eyes went wide.
“Are we really going here?!”
“But of course. Why, is there something wrong with it?”
You shook your head, staring. “No, not at all. It’s just that this
restaurant requires reservations of a week to a month ahead of time! How
long have you been planning this?”
“I’d say… since the day you started working as secretary.”
… What the heck?
You didn’t have any more time to dwell on this, however, as Tsuna had
parked the car and exited, walking around as you did the same and
offering his arm. Despite your trepidation at the prospect, you ignored
it for the delight you also felt, taking Tsuna’s arm with only the
slightest hesitation.
There wasn’t a line; there never were lines here, from what you’d heard.
It would make sense, at least. This meant that you were at your table
within two minutes of walking in the door and had your drinks within
five and, once you’d ordered, had time to yourselves before you’d been
there seven minutes.
As you sipped your chosen drink, you could feel Tsuna’s warm eyes on
you, contemplating, but you said nothing. If he had something to say,
you would let him say it without prompting.
“… [Name]-chan, I’m sure you’re curious about why I hired you so quickly after that interview last year.”
You started. Whatever you’d been expecting the man to say, this wasn’t it.
It was true though; you had been wondering for an entire year just what
reason he could have had to hire you so unexpectedly. Surely your
credentials didn’t say that much for you. So you nodded an affirmative.
Tsuna chuckled. “I thought so. Then I shall have to explain, shall I?”
You were pretty sure that he’d planned this the whole time… “Yes, I believe you shall.”
“All right then. To begin, while you may not remember me, I’ve known you, or rather known of
you for some years now.” At your look of surprise, Tsuna explained, “We
attended the same college, although we were several years apart.”
“Really?” That was quite surprising…
“Really.” His smile was friendly as he went on, “Don’t get the wrong
idea; I haven’t been keeping close tabs on you this entire time, but I am
closely associated with the administrator of that same college, and he
sometimes sends me reports of promising students. You were on that list
more than once, so, naturally, I learned a few things about you that
way. As you were the only one studying library sciences, I considered
how you would do as a school librarian or secretary.”
“… Does that mean I had a job opportunity here even while in school?”
“Considering what our current secretary was like, yes. But that isn’t
important. I’ll admit that it was as much desperation as anything else
that had me hiring you almost on the spot. You had a good record and, as
Gokudera-kun and Yamamoto put it, you ‘passed the test’.”
You blinked, confused; then it came to you. “Did this have anything to do with the salt that Bianchi served so obviously?”
“Exactly!” Tsuna looked thrilled that you’d guessed it. “It’s something
that my grandfather thought up years back. All of the faculty and staff
were hired only after making the correct choice.”
“What was this choice?” you wanted to know, interested.
“To not put salt on your eggs until after you’ve tried it. In your case,
you decided against salt at all, not even considering putting any until
tasted you’d your food. The theory is that you’re more willing to try
something new if you taste the eggs first, as well as that you’re not as
determined to be controlling. Like I said a year ago, though, keeping
the job was up to you after that.”
You considered, before saying, “How… accurate, I guess I should say… has this been?”
Now Tsuna’s laugh was sheepish and he rubbed his head. “So far it seems
to be pretty accurate… although sometimes I wonder what my grandfather
was thinking, because thanks to his crazy methods, I’ve hired some
pretty odd people and turned down some who were certainly capable.”
“I can see how that would be the case,” you replied dryly.
“Well, at least they get the job done.”
Your food shortly after, halting the conversation. “Ah, the second best
part of the evening, the food,” Tsuna commented, chuckling. “Let us
forestall this talk for now so that we can better enjoy our meal.”
While you were wondering what the “best” part of the evening would be,
you nonetheless agreed wholeheartedly, deciding after just a bite that
you hadn’t had food this good in years, if ever.
It wasn’t until your plates had been cleared and you were waiting for
your bill that your conversation returned to the previous matter, having
wandered through topics until that point. “I still don’t see exactly
why you hired me so easily, Tsuna-san,” you mused, swirling the ice in
your water glass, your previous drink emptied. “Surely I wasn’t that promising?”
“I don’t think there’s any one answer to that question,” admitted Tsuna.
He picked up his wine glass, gazing thoughtfully into the pale pink
liquid as he said, “We needed a secretary, you fit the bill, Lambo
suggested you, I knew you had experience… it’s sort of a combination of
things. Ask me again in a year, maybe I’ll be able to give you a better
answer then.”
“All right then,” you allowed. “One final question.”
“You always seem to have a question. Go ahead.”
“Why the dress?”
Now Tsuna stopped mid-sip. “Hmm?”
“Why’d you get me a dress?” you repeated, dead serious.
“To answer that question, I’ll have to go into greater detail than you will be expecting or ready for,” he warned.
“That just makes me want to know more. Tsuna-san, please explain.”
A sigh escaped hislusciouslips as he set down his glass. “All right, [Name]-chan. I’ll give you your answer. No going back. Besides, you should know.”
With every word he was making you feel more anxious, yet more determined
to get a straight answer. Tsuna’s lips curved into a wry smile as he
regarded you.
“How are you on your ancient history?”
“On-? Er, it’s not my forte…” You trailed off, wondering why on earth he
was going on about this when he was supposed to be talking about why
he’d purchased you such a nice dress…
He smiled, leaning his chin on his hand, elbow on the table. “In ancient
times, while the Romans were still the superpower, salt was more
valuable than gold- Roman soldiers were sometimes paid with salt rather
than money. That’s because it was so hard to get, while nowadays all we
have to do is pump hot water into the ground at a high speed and
pressure, then draw it back up and boil off the water to collect the
salt.”
“It’s amazing what a little salt can do to flavor your food, right? Just
the tiniest pinch is needed to make something taste so much better. You
can turn something dull into something exciting, or fill in what was
lacking in what was otherwise complete.”
For some reason it didn’t sound like he was talking about food anymore…
Tsuna’s smile widened. “You don’t need to say or do much, yet your smile brightens everyone’s day, mine certainly included.”
Okay, now he definitely wasn’t talking about seasonings. Color crept up your cheeks at Tsuna’s sweet words.
‘Does he eat a tablespoon of honey every morning or something?’ you had often wondered. ‘The man has sugar running through his veins!’[5]
“Not only is our school completed with you on the payroll but I feel as
though everything else in my life is as well. I couldn’t say when
exactly… but somewhere in the past year I realized that you’ve become
the salt of my life, the simplest and most essential thing to make it
perfect.”
His lovely mocha eyes closed, accenting his smile. “So I wanted to try
to show you how much I appreciate it tonight, my dear. The dress is
yours to keep, of course, while dinner is entirely on me.”
If you hadn’t had such good control, your mouth would have been on the
floor. As it was, you were biting your lip to keep your jaw from
dropping. “Th- then was this whole event just a pretext-?”
“A pretext to take you on a date? No, it’s the truth that I take my
colleagues out to dinner for occasions such as this; however, I don’t
normally take them to so nice a restaurant, and I most certainly have
never bought anyone a dress before.” Tsuna’s smile was just a touch
wicked.
Nothing else came to mind, so you blurted out, “I’d like to see what
Gokudera-san would do if you bought him a dress for a dinner date!”
It was a good thing that Tsuna had set down his wine glass, because he
burst into surprised laughter. “Very true!” he laughed. “It would be
something to see indeed!" He paused. "Also... I hope that this was an
acceptable birthday present."
Your eyes widened, remembering the short post script of "happy birthday"
at the end of the card that had come with your dress. "More than
acceptable! I'm very thankful for all this!"
"Wonderful." A thoughtful look came to his eyes then.
“I hope you’re not considering actually sending Gokudera-san a dress,” you said, wanting to laugh at the thought.
“No, no, although it certainly is something to be considered as a white
elephant gift someday… I was just thinking about how you never fail to
surprise me, [Name]-chan. It’s one of your many charming qualities.”
A huff escaped your lightly painted lips as you folded your arms across
your chest, turning your head away to hide your blush. “How often do you
practice flirting? Because you’re way too good for it to be just
natural.”
This time his laugh was soft chuckle, timed with the check arriving.
Still amused, Tsuna stood after paying and responded, “I don’t intend to
practice it on anyone but you.”
“If you distract me from my work, I’m not going to speak to you,” you warned, taking the hand that he offered to help you stand.
He smiled. “Of course.”
The ride back to your apartment was quiet, peaceful and relaxed. Tsuna
escorted you to the door, stopping you just before you opened the door.
“May I request your presence for dinner at my place next week Friday at the same time?”
A smile curved your lips up as you answered, “That sounds lovely.”
“Thank you.” Tsuna, his tender and gentlemanly smile mirrored by his
eyes, took your hand and bent over to kiss the back. “Thank you so very
much.”
“I should be the one thanking you,” you said. He glanced up, an eyebrow quirking up.
“And why is that?” he queried.
“You’ve given me everything and more. I can’t begin to tell you how
grateful I am for the job, the friendships I’ve cultivated, the
wonderful times…” You reached out with your free hand to just barely
touch Tsuna’s cheek, your own head tilting as you whispered, “Most
especially, for the chance to love you.”
Tsuna stood smoothly, grasping both your hands in his own as he placed a
soft kiss to your forehead. “That is something we have in common,
then,” he murmured, brown eyes locked on your own. “Now come, it is
getting late, and as I’m sure you don’t want to be tired for work
tomorrow, I will let your retire for the night.”
“Thank you. Oh-” You paused as you turned the front door handle. “One more thing.”
“What is it?”
“If you actually do send Gokudera-san a dress for any occasion, he’d better not learn you got the idea from me.”
Tsuna’s smile was more a grin than anything as he promised, “I won’t let him find out. Good night, [Name]-chan.”
“Good night.”
"And... happy birthday."
Yes, it was still confusing how he knew that it was your birthday; it
didn't matter though. This had been one of the best birthday presents
you'd had in a while.
As you closed the door behind you, you let out a long breath, knowing
that your heart was still racing as a silly grin finally made its way
across your face. Tomorrow- you couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.
(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)
I do feel like that ending was rushed. Anyhow! So about the job
choice… well… wouldn’t you just love to see Tsuna as a school principal?
xD Students wouldn’t mind getting a pink slip then lol. And in relation
to [1], Tsuna’s principal, notice, not the superintendent. That would
be Hibari’s job ([3]), so it should technically be Hibari giving the
interview. However, we all know how that would go! My explanation is
that Hibari just leaves meetings and that sort of thing to Tsuna and
Gokudera.
[2] Technically, in the manga, Bianchi cooks really well; her food is
just always poisonous. Here, however, it would be hard to explain an
ability such as Poison Cooking… so she instead has such lack of cooking
skills that she makes everything a masterpiece of fear.
[4] These last few lines feel like what Hibari would say, although it’s
also something Mukuro would do… Amusing how similar they can be, as much
as they hate each other haha.
[5] Based on what my great-grandmother sometimes says. What it means, if
you can’t tell, is that all his words seem to be sugar-coated and that
he’s sweetness itself.
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OH, I really like this one! You have flow and you kept me interested. I was on my toes wanting to know what this interview was going to be like, and I like the idea about the salt.
Overall I enjoyed it! And I'd love to read more from you. I'm a fan of fluff, and this was good fluff! Thanks for sharing ~ (`・ω・´)ゞ
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- But I really would like to see how that next dinner date at his place would have turned out ~ and I was pasted on the screen waiting for a kiss on the lips! Ah, but that might just be me being greedy. Heheh.
Tsuna, you sweet-talker you, I'd love to have him as my boss any day if he'd treat me like that.
Overall I enjoyed it! And I'd love to read more from you. I'm a fan of fluff, and this was good fluff! Thanks for sharing ~ (`・ω・´)ゞ
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You're welcome! I'm really glad that you enjoyed it! ^^
Thanks! I'm surely going to post more soon, although I'm going to also be working on uploading stuff too.
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- When writing this I was thinking about a kiss on the lips, but I don't feel like the Tsuna I've written here would have done so on the first real date. I'd have loved to have written one, just one... but yeah, wanted to stick with the reality of this.
Thanks! I'm surely going to post more soon, although I'm going to also be working on uploading stuff too.
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- That is very true. For that to happen you'd probably need to make it longer huh. And even as an adult, can't wreck the borders of Tsuna's character. Or, well, you could, but I guess you know what I mean. Though he was mighty fine any way~ Nevertheless, really good!
Cool, I'll be looking forward to it! d=(´▽`)
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^^ I'm glad! I shall have to toss more stuff up here soon then...
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