Hello... guess what‥ I still have nothing to do‥
Whatever
I don't own KHR.
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Words- ひらがな/カタカナ
Bold-Emphasis on any word
"Words"- Tsuna's Words
Italics- Tsuna's Thoughts
"Words"- Other People's Words
'Words'- Other people's thoughts
[Words]- TranslationsTsunayoshi's PoV
So, this is where he lives. In a way, it makes sense.
I thought with a hint of blush still appearing on my cheeks. It was an ordinary, traditional Japanese house except the fact it was constantly covered in mist.
As we entered the house, I looked around in fascination.
It looks bigger from the inside. Then again, the house was covered in mist.
After taking a look around, I was ushered into a bathroom and told to take a bath.
I completely forgot I was soaked in rain.
With that thought, I stripped off my clothes and took a bath. When I was done, I put on a black yukata that was given to me.
(A/N: It's summer, right now, deal with it... this is what he looks like with the yukata on and when he sleeps... i dont own the pic)
He really likes his yukatas.
I thought while sweatdropping. As I stepped out, there was a pair of wooden sandals. I sweatdropped again.
Wow. Okay.
"Oh, you're done!"
Said a notsounfamiliar voice.
"Yes, I am. What's with the yukata? I know it's summer b-"
"I just like it."
He stated straightforwardly. I just gave an awkward nod.
The albino proceeded to ruffle my wet hair and asked if I was hungry.
"I'm f- *stomache growls*" (A/N: Read that cliche moment! (≧∇≦))
"Haha, I guess I am."
Kawahira chuckled while I blushed and pouted. I was then directed to and pushed into the kitchen.
"Huh?"
"Sorry, but do you know how to cook?"
"Yes, I do... but if you don't cook what do you usually eat then?"
"... Ramen." (A/N: It was ramen, right? I know it was noodles...)
The albino stated.
"...I guess I'll cook from now on then."
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