The Hopeless Love Life Of A Loser

Of Unheard Importance

Boss hesitated in front of the door. He kept replaying last summer with Chrome in his head. He turned the knob, adding a click to the door.

He cleared his throat, and dropped his headphones to his neck. He opened the door to her club room. She was painting by the farthest corner window. Boss walked through the art room to her, apologizing for his fumbling steps, accidently interrupting their work.

She was always the hardest to reach.

"Hello, Boss." She absently acknowledged, cleaning her brush, in cup of water by her stand. "Shouldn't you be with Haru." It wasn't really a question either. She only focused on her work, but the curiosity of another girl was... none of her business. She kept reaffirming to herself. 'Boss is Boss.' Although she was weary for an answer after the note she left him. She wanted something real.

Tsuna leaned on the wall next to her, gazing through the window. Thinking of the question.

"You said you passed out, hanging out with Hibari, ne?" She teased for once, deciding not to pressure him.

"Y-Yea?" He rose an eyebrow. She knew it was more or less a lie, he told her that morning. He cringed and laughed?

She was drawing a cave, acting as a cozy den. It was snowing outside. A lion cub and hedgehog were curled up for warmth that night.

"Chrome did you really?"

"Nani? Isn't that the truth?" The mist mused. He was about to grin and reply at her joke, until he spotted an owl in the painting. It was perched on a branch in the distance from the den entrance. It was camouflaged with snow. The only give away were the eyes. You could begin to make an outline. It wasn't noticeable, only if you really focoused past it, once you did, you realize the owl had been staring right back at you the whole time.

Boss averted his eyes from the lifeless painting to Chrome. He felt a twisted pang in his heart. She was wearing it... again.

"I was thinking about that morning." She mumbled feeling him stare at the earring, she was uncomfortable but also relieved he noticed. "I wish I was there." It was honest, a rare tone in her alluring voice.

"That explains the owl." Tsuna tried to lighten up the mood. He grinned after her pineapple spike's sharpened with embarrassment.

"Y-You see it?"

He nodded, leaning down to her and the painting, as he kept his eyes on the owl. "It has the same eyes as you." He whispered the observation, fascinated by the layers of complexity in a painted owl's eyes.

She ignored the breath tickling her neck from his words. She nodded, her pineapple spike's played with his brown locks. "I don't want it to be obvious, but I still want to include it. For myself." She explained.

Tsuna hated that her paintings held an honesty she couldn't express with words.

The door to the art room opened again. All the club members suddenly grew nervous. Chrome and Tsuna were the only ones not terrified, not as terrified, per say. "Hibari, what are you doing here?" The disciplinary committee behind him would be a little troublesome though.

Chrome began to pick up her things. "Oh Boss, I assumed you were going to stay in the news club, like you have lately. So I asked Hibari-san to walk me home today." She paused with a cute eyelash blink, and fingers to he lips, with an idea. "But we should all go together, like usual." Her bangs swayed across her eye patch, giving a small smile.