Kissing Booth

Note: This is a reupload from FanFiction.net because I hate seeing my account so empty and dead. It was written a year ago. Okay? Okay.

Disclaimer: Katekyo! Hitman Reborn is an ongoing shounen series in Shounen Jump by Amano Akira. The illustration of the cover is by 10mitsuki.  

Attracting the opposite sex was never Sawada Tsunayoshi's forte (*AN: Which is a lie. For there are plenty girls [or guys] who'd die to get in his pants.); and so he never quite understood why his class designated him at the Kissing Booth of all places.

Yes. Him. Tsuna. Kissing Booth.

The series of words simply did not mesh together.

If they were aiming to make more money, they should've given that assignment to Gokudera or Yamamoto. His Guardians were, after all, fairly popular with the female populace; so why pick 'no-good Tsuna' of all people?

"They probably wanted to get rid of me." He mumbled to himself.

Their class decided on doing a Maid Cafe. When you hear the word "Cafe" the things that usually come to mind are: beverages, food, and porcelain. Being the absolute klutz that he is, doubtless, he'll end up tripping on his feet and wrecking all the chinaware in sight.

People were passing by; some ignored him while some gave him looks of disgust. It's not like he volunteered for this! Why were they giving him dirty looks? By no means was he a womanizing maniac like Dr. Shamal.

He exhaled heavily. This was absolutely pointless. Six hours have passed, and his only "customers" have been Longchamp's horrifying girlfriends he met during their group date from hell.

He should've just stayed home and let Reborn torture him with his endless array of weapons. Or maybe baby sit the kids. Heck, he'd even be willing to try Bianchi's cooking! Anything to save him from this horrifying situation, really.

"Why the long face, Tsunayoshi-kun?" A familiar voice made him snap out of his depressing thoughts of ending his existence via Bianchi's cooking.

"M-M-Mukuro!" He stuttered, taken aback by the sudden appearance of the 'Kokuyo student'. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, people from my school are gushing about your school fair, so I decided to drop by." Mukuro casually replied.

Well. That was a shocker. He always thought Mukuro wore that uniform to satisfy his strange fetishes. He would've never thought that the ex-con actually went to school.

The two shared a comfortable silence as Rokudo Mukuro began surveying the perimeter... until his mismatched eyes landed on the sign above Tsuna's head, gloriously proclaiming:

KISSING BOOTH

♡ Get a super hot kiss that will blow you away ♡

100 YEN ONLY!

He couldn't believe he missed it before.

"Say..." He trailed off, looking at the signboard with disbelief. "I didn't know you were interested in these kinds of things, Tsunayoshi-kun."

Tsuna flushed, realizing what that taller man was talking about. "It's not like that!" He exclaimed.

"My, my... You kids grow so fas-"

"I told you it's not like that!" The young Vongola interjected, flailing while he's at it. "My classmates forced me to take this post. It's not like I wanted to... I just...! Don't start thinking of things that are far from the truth!" Not finding the right words to say, he simply glared at Mukuro—which actually looked more like a kid pouting angrily at his mother who deprived him of some cookies before dinner.