The Hopeless Love Life Of A Loser

Warmth

Tsuna held a glare at the ceiling. His eyes reflected his soul.

Empty.

He was laying dead on the bed. "Hibari and Chrome, huh." Chords to a note of truth he never wanted to acknowledge. "It's probably the same way for him... But what about her?" He gave up on an answer. 'At the very least, we said we're friends, even if it's not true.'

He rose his phone above his face. He wanted his eyes away from his thoughts. He scrolled through his contacts. His thumb twiddled over two. Haru and Hana. He wanted to get away from his internal struggle with Chrome and Hibari. He strained out a laugh. 'I'm only trying to use them.'

The phone slipped from his fingers and fell on Dame-Tsuna's face. "Ow." He picked it up, and dropped it besides him. He didn't want to go with the option of texting either of them anymore.

"Onii-chan!" Yuni busted into the room. Her little sister antics always present.

"Yuni, learn to knock."

"Nani? Was Onii-chan doing something perverted?" Lewd lips, covered with her hand, and a half lidded stare.

"Yeah, I'm currently being fucked by life." He groaned, emotionally drained. He spent last night with Chrome. He told himself he was ready for the consequences. 'How does it go? Easier said, than done.'

"How crude!" She scolded. He rose an eyebrow, she was used to his swearing. "You have a visitor, but I don't know why anyone would bother with you."

"Tsuna-kun," She giggled. "You're more unhinged at home, ne?"

"Kyoko-chan?" Back in Namimori middle, this was something he could only dream of. Here now, it was the last scenario he wished for... was it really though, was there still some desperate part of him, asking for this. "But we walked you home."

"I know, sorry." She stepped into his room, slightly combing her damp hair. "But I have wanted to talk to you." She was able to emit that elegant atmosphere, even when her face played apology. "Ever since the baseball game." With that shy tilted look away of her sad eyes.

Tsuna sat up on his bed. He disregarded his earlier ultimatums. Tsuna pinched the bridge of his nose with a sleepy strain. 'I'm not ready for more of this crap.' "So..."

She kept blinking like an innocent deer.

"Why are you here?" His eye almost twitched.

She smiled at him, causally taking a seat besides him on the bed. "Tsuna-kun." She balled her fists over her knees. "I know everyone thinks bad of you, but you've always been nice to me."

"Kyoko-chan..." For a moment, the Namimori middle school version of him gazed with disbelief.

"Ah! I'll go make tea!" Yuni almost slammed the door shut with her excuse. "Don't ruin this Onii-chan." She whispered, with a thumbs-up. But it doesn't help when everyone can hear it Yuni!

"Sorry." Kyoko rubbed her liquid eyes with her wrist. "But I've felt like I've needed to get that off my chest for a while now, ever since Namimori middle..."

He grew wide eyes before calming to her same gaze of the past. "Oh."

They sat in silence for a few moments.