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May. 11th, 2010 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTsuna didn't think about it.
Or, you know, he didn't think about it HARD.
He liked Kyoko, he'd always liked Kyoko. He had liked Kyoko for as long as he could remember, granted due to the brain damage that had been done to him by bullies and his own clumsiness and lately by Reborn this was not very far back. Still, Tsuna liked Kyoko. He liked Haru too, though not in that way, and he had loved Uni for a butterfly's lifespan.
So he knew he was straight. He didn't think about the fleeting attraction for Yamamoto, or the fact that he thought Gokudera was really hot when he wasn't being… well, Gokudera, or the weird way Dino could make him feel when Dino was acting like a big brother. Tsuna did not think about ANYTHING hard really, so it wasn't unusual that he did not think about his sexuality at all.
Or, not much. Sometimes at night when he was sure Reborn was asleep (deep DEEP asleep) and he could get in a little prime sausage time he would find himself thinking of people or situations that before Reborn hadn't occurred to him.
He'd certainly never found baseball or mass murdering psychopaths hot before.
Anyway, Tsuna didn't think about it. And he didn't think about it to the point that when he found himself drifting into a friendship with Enma he didn't think about it, and he didn't think about it at all until he felt Enma's lips brush his.
"…" Enma pulled back to hover like a dragonfly, Tsuna could almost hear Enma's wings whirring, except it was just the sound of his mother's electric mixer while she worked on making another batch of cupcakes. I-Pin, Lambo, Bianchi, and Reborn were all eagerly crowded around the kitchen table, waiting to lick the batter covered spoons, bowls, and whisks. "You're not?" Enma asked when a sufficient length of time had passed.
Tsuna found that holding your breath for so long could make you dizzy and he sucked in a deep breath.
He'd liked the kiss, but he had kind of thought that Enma and he could be… could be friends. Normal friends. Friends who did things that weren't mafia related… except Enma was mafia just like he was, and fail just like he was, and they were the same age…
Tsuna sucked in another breath and moved forward to press his lips against Enma's in a sloppy kiss.
It was better not to think too much when making out anyway, it made the other partner feel unappreciated.
Or, you know, he didn't think about it HARD.
He liked Kyoko, he'd always liked Kyoko. He had liked Kyoko for as long as he could remember, granted due to the brain damage that had been done to him by bullies and his own clumsiness and lately by Reborn this was not very far back. Still, Tsuna liked Kyoko. He liked Haru too, though not in that way, and he had loved Uni for a butterfly's lifespan.
So he knew he was straight. He didn't think about the fleeting attraction for Yamamoto, or the fact that he thought Gokudera was really hot when he wasn't being… well, Gokudera, or the weird way Dino could make him feel when Dino was acting like a big brother. Tsuna did not think about ANYTHING hard really, so it wasn't unusual that he did not think about his sexuality at all.
Or, not much. Sometimes at night when he was sure Reborn was asleep (deep DEEP asleep) and he could get in a little prime sausage time he would find himself thinking of people or situations that before Reborn hadn't occurred to him.
He'd certainly never found baseball or mass murdering psychopaths hot before.
Anyway, Tsuna didn't think about it. And he didn't think about it to the point that when he found himself drifting into a friendship with Enma he didn't think about it, and he didn't think about it at all until he felt Enma's lips brush his.
"…" Enma pulled back to hover like a dragonfly, Tsuna could almost hear Enma's wings whirring, except it was just the sound of his mother's electric mixer while she worked on making another batch of cupcakes. I-Pin, Lambo, Bianchi, and Reborn were all eagerly crowded around the kitchen table, waiting to lick the batter covered spoons, bowls, and whisks. "You're not?" Enma asked when a sufficient length of time had passed.
Tsuna found that holding your breath for so long could make you dizzy and he sucked in a deep breath.
He'd liked the kiss, but he had kind of thought that Enma and he could be… could be friends. Normal friends. Friends who did things that weren't mafia related… except Enma was mafia just like he was, and fail just like he was, and they were the same age…
Tsuna sucked in another breath and moved forward to press his lips against Enma's in a sloppy kiss.
It was better not to think too much when making out anyway, it made the other partner feel unappreciated.
