Tsuna stared across the mirror currently on a desk leaning on a stacked chair. "What the hell is this?" A few days had passed and now they were trying on outfits. In the club room, just the both of them. Tsuna was in disbelief.

"Hahi? Tsuna-san, you don't like it? It was specifically assigned to you, but I don't recall how it got in with the props. Mysterious?!" She was ready to solve the case.

Tsuna gritted his teeth. 'R-Reborn.' He was wearing a replica of Vongola Primo's mantle and attire. Even gloves! 'Except these are my X-gloves... I am not going Hyper dying will mode in the fucking play, Reborn!'

"Whatever. How about you Haru? Haru?!" He turned to her, not believing her costume. She was playing a pirate, with a full beard and everything... Wait a minute. "Leon!" On her shoulder as a parrot.

"I am blackbeard! Bwhahaha!" Not even half frightening, or intimidating. Her fake beard fell and she instantly tried to cover it up.

Tsuna drew a blank, again. '...Cosplay Haru really is the best...'

"Fear me Hamlet, for I will steal what you care for most, bwhaha!" She boasted.

"Eh? Haru?" He shook away his dopey face.

She leaned over and whispered to him. "No, I'm blackbeard, remember. You're Hamlet."

"Yeah, but we're not rehearsing today? Everyone is just making sure their costumes fit." The school day was over and it was just a last minute assignment. 'Though, I have no idea what blackbeard is doing in this play. Haru has too many roles... Wait that just means more cosplay of her!'

"What's a matter? Scared of losing your precious Ophelia, bwhaha-(cough, cough)" She is really dedicated.

"Ophelia... Hamlet's love interest? Ahaaaa!" He totally forgot. He clutched his hair in useless distraught hysteria. "Hibari is still playing her! HIBARI! Shit! I forgot to talk to you and Kyoko-chan, and now it's too late! After everything that's happened! I, we, cant! Fuck!" He paled. "Please don't tell me that we do... Fuck?"

"Eh, well Tsuna-san you see..."

His spirit left his body.

Blink. Blink.

"Hahi! Tsuna-san?!" Haru ran for the soul almost escaping from the open window. "It's ok, I'll be here to support you!" She finally returned it to Tsuna's body. She huffed up her arms and nodded.

He calmed down, but the pit of his stomach turned every time he thought of it. "Thanks Haru." They both shared a natural smile and gentle giggle. 'Yeah. This is real.'

They changed back to the school uniforms, one after the other waiting outside of the class. He could of just left, she even said it was fine, but he wanted to stay.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I mean were friends right? That's what they do?" He sat on the table next to her computer, resting his feet on the chair. He just wanted to confirm that they actually were. He needed at least one friendship that wouldn't shatter. He didn't want to pick it up and then drop it like a broken plate. (Frwt)

"Tsuna-san, that's rude." She nodded towards his sitting position.

"Hm, oh sorry." He kicked the chair back, pushed off the desk with his hands, doing a 180, landing his butt on the seat, clean.

"Hahi?" That was oddly acrobatic for Tsuna-san. "That was pretty cool."

"Th-Thanks!" 'That was a complete accident. I thought I was gonna fall.' He cringed. "I think you're really cool when you cosplay, Haru." His no good grin.

"I thought you're cosplay was cool too!" Referring to the eye-patch and bandages.

"Haru, that wasn't cosplay." He sighed. He kept trying to tell her.

"I know." She stopped her computer work.

He leaned down to her. "Huh, what do-"

"I know, alright! I know."

Tsuna flinched back. He never heard her so angry. There was always atleast a hint of that joyful energy, but now, none. "Haru?"

"I just didn't want to believe it, ok. I couldn't think of someone hurting you like that Tsuna-san." She flicked a mocking tear off her cheek. 'Great, I probably made him uncomfortable. Way to go, Haru.' After how hard she had been trying to act 'normal' infront of him. She was ecstatic when he joined, but she played it down to not scare him away. Now, she blew it.

His mouth recovered from an unheard gasp. "You worry about me? I-I worry about you too, Haru." He ruffled his hair, trying to get rid of his tinted cheeks. It sounded so lame and cheesy, but that's how he did feel.

"Hahi? Tsuna-san when have you-" She instantly recalled the day she sprained her leg. Even though she was uncomfortable around him, (purposely avoiding him) he still went out of his way to make sure she was perfectly fine, even defending her from Shamal, yet she didn't notice how much he cared, because it all felt natural. "Nevermind." She smiled down to herself. 'Yeah, it's the little things he does that matter to me.'

He could spot the dimples on her cheeks, indicating her hidden smile. He grew a toothy grin and let out a gentle sigh of agreement. Her cheeks burned, but her smile shined brighter.

They both carried the same sentiment.

'You really do care.'

They shared the peaceful quiet she learned to cherish.

"Hey Haru, you never answered my question?" He interrupted her tranquil thoughts. He causally landed his arm on the top of her chair, behind her back. His hand rubbed her shoulder, nonchalantly, bridging the distance between.

"Nani?" She suddenly realized she was actually more comfortable with him sitting on the table. Right now, they were side-by-side, staring into eachothers eyes. She could feel his body heat, and the aroma of winterfresh breath so close to her.

"Are we friends?" He had a playful, crooked, grin, unaware, it constricted her chest. His eyes twinkled with curiosity, not noticing her flustered state.

Her eyes were a tender liquid. Her face leaned closer to his. "Are we?" Her soft breath smoothed over his skin. Her hand found itself on the hand, on his lap. She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles, in that quiet remedy way.

"Um..." He found himself lingering closer to her. But he wasn't anxious.

Not like with Nagi.

"I want to keep holding you're hand." Her heart was racing a mile a minute, but real-time seemed slower. "I want to..." She didn't finish her embarrassed whimper.

His thumb tenderly glided over her lips. "We don't have to talk, too much." His raspy, hyper dying will, voice. Both of their eyes were shadowed from the act behind closed doors. His nose nuzzled hers, he hesitated with an anticipating gulp, before he leaned his head to one side and pressed his lips to hers.

They both moved up and down, broke and reunited. His voice hoarse. "Haru." Before taking her lips again.

Her hands began to slide around his back embracing Tsuna-san. His hand skimmed past her ear, combing through her hair.

"Tsuna-san." A moan in between the passion. Their lips and bodies began to pick up the pace. Both trying to wrestle their tounges into the other's mouth.

He got up from his chair, breaking their lips, but his kisses found her cheek and ear. The hand holding hers, guided her to stand. She flowed into his arms, her breast against his chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck. He snuck his hand under her shirt. His fingertips tickled her sensitive back, going up to her neck back down to her lower waist. He loved the shiver of pleasure she always released.

Except she didn't shiver.

He used his other hand and roughly grabbed her thigh, lifting it above his hip. He picked her up, and placed her on the table. Where was that adorable squeak of lust and surprise?

Her breaths were heavy, but she kept abusing her pink lips against his warm, wet, mouth.

He grinded against her body, wanting to feel that pant of passion that snuck into his ear taking him to those nights. They would start the affair and say it was ony for one more night. Nights were they would go for hours. Nights were they just snuggled together. Nights, staring out her window, sharing the constellations. His kiss grew more desperate. Where was it? Where was she?

"Oh." She moaned as he began to suck on her neck. Her fingers clutched his hair. One leg locked around his waist, pressing his crotch closer to her heat. He released his hickey with a pop. "Ah, Tsuna-san!" She yearned for more, the grip on his hair tightened, pulling on the roots.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes wide for a moment. He shook away his thoughts. 'No, I-I don't need her. This is real..?' But reality doesn't bend to your will, no matter how hard you try.

His chest vibrated to his inward scorn. The animalistic sound drew Haru closer to the edge of the table and her morals.

He decided he wanted this too.

He really did.

Tsuna-san ravaged her. His teeth nibbled on her earlobe. His hot breath condensing the wet trail he had left on her. She gasped after he ripped off the top button of her uniform, shoving the red ribbon bow higher up her neck as a chocker. He slowly, but intensely kissed down to her collar bone. His hand worked on her shoulders sliding one sleeve down but not off, staying right above her elbow. He massaged her exposed shoulder for a moment before he kissed it and bit down weakly, trailing back up her neck to her ear, blowing a cool breath. Goosebumps followed the kiss pattern he left on her skin. A shivered sigh.

Haru was not able to keep up. 'Me and Tsuna-san are..! Ngh.' She ignored her thoughts, neither able to focuse on what his mouth and body were doing to her. She tried to follow his lead. Her lips tasted any piece of exposed skin she could find. Lavishing his lips. butterfly kisses along his jawline, smothering his ear. Her hand with the saggy sleeve pulled on his belt, trying to be as physically as close to him as possible. Her other hand was wrapped behind his head, to keep their needs close. His hair ran through her fingers, after his every action. Every one of his actions cost her a lost to lust.

He clasped the hand with the sleeve down to her elbow. He needed to pretend he wasn't dependent on that grip.

He retook her lips, without hesitation. It was warm, but it didn't chill his newfound anxiety. He leaned his body weight on her. Slowly laying her down on the table. She whimpered a pout when he didn't climb on top of her. She didn't care now. "Tsuna-san do you..?" Her face shying away her hormone driven blush.

He stood and stared for a moment. Her uniform was a hot mess. Her blouse undone from the cleavage, with her belly button exposed, the bottom of her uniform had rolled up her tummy, from the friction on the table. He licked his upper lip subconsciously. Has Haru always been this sexy?

Boss reached down to her, with a reassuring face. He convinced Nagi to face him, soothing her ghost-pale cheekbone, with his hand, always so warm to her. Her fingers found it, and held it, his gentle fist. The most honest smile anyone could ever see was on her lips. He chuckled in a tease, loving her joy, and she giggled along with a playful smack to his chest. Their happiness.

He kissed her again and tucked a few loose stands away. His simple grin, during this vulnerable moment calmed her nerves. A vulnerable moment for both of them.

"Yeah. Haru."

I'm not sure what real is anymore. Actually, I never did.